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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>Former poète maudit, RIP 2021.&#xA;2024-25 Pushcart nominee for most Proustean heartbreak.&#xA;Montalean longing, Lorca pinning.&#xA; &#xA;I have to give you up again&#xA;And I can&#39;t.&#xA;I am after the lost sign, the single&#xA;pledge you graced me with.&#xA;And hell is certain</description><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social</link><title>@poemakontsa.bsky.social - poemakontsa</title><item><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social/post/3mumjwxzffk2p</link><description>Good morning tenderness with the most tender of poets, Julito Cortázar. &#xA;&#xA;Profits and Losses&#xA;&#xA;I&#39;m lying again, with grace.&#xA;...&#xA;I don&#39;t miss anything, I don&#39;t even&#xA;miss you. 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B. Yeats, Autobiography.</description><pubDate>02 Sep 2026 22:12 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">at://did:plc:pem2n45qvchgih62e2vxt4eu/app.bsky.feed.post/3mukxetx5fs2g</guid></item><item><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social/post/3muin4a7c422s</link><description>I write poetry amidst the oak barrel past, the phantoming skin to skin memory. I write with the dialysis of time, the fresh acceptance of the unavoidable dusk. I write with ink and quicksand and the marching glasshour wound.</description><pubDate>02 Sep 2026 00:03 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">at://did:plc:pem2n45qvchgih62e2vxt4eu/app.bsky.feed.post/3muin4a7c422s</guid></item><item><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social/post/3muk42hbcns2j</link><description>Good morning with Roman underground poet Gianluca Manzi and the untitled poem recited by Chet Baker in the project Chet on Poetry.&#xA;&#xA;But now it has happened &#xA;No use in talking&#xA;The silence between me and you&#xA;never had meaning</description><pubDate>02 Sep 2026 14:03 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">at://did:plc:pem2n45qvchgih62e2vxt4eu/app.bsky.feed.post/3muk42hbcns2j</guid></item><item><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social/post/3mui4ussnj22b</link><description>One of the few love poems written by Jorge Luis Borges, here translated by Merwin.&#xA;&#xA;Parting&#xA;Three hundred nights like three hundred walls&#xA;must rise between my love and me&#xA;and the sea will be a black art between us</description><pubDate>01 Sep 2026 19:13 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">at://did:plc:pem2n45qvchgih62e2vxt4eu/app.bsky.feed.post/3mui4ussnj22b</guid></item><item><link>https://bsky.app/profile/poemakontsa.bsky.social/post/3muin4a7c422s</link><description>I write poetry amidst the oak barrel past, the phantoming skin to skin memory. I write with the dialysis of time, the fresh acceptance of the unavoidable dusk. I write with ink and quicksand and the marching glasshour wound.</description><pubDate>02 Sep 2026 00:03 +0000</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">at://did:plc:pem2n45qvchgih62e2vxt4eu/app.bsky.feed.post/3muin4a7c422s</guid></item></channel></rss>