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It was evident already as a child that my palms were sticky with the past.
Jan 8 • Maaike VanderMeer
‘Cure’ is an old word
A poem for Christmas.
Dec 25, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
An editor says, the publishing industry is entirely teeth.
A poem to end a semester of MFA.
Dec 18, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
Recipe for oliebollen
Missing a person is the smallest waiting.
Dec 4, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
We’re all born with 27 acorns of doubt.
Or at least I was, but the caps kept falling off and doubling the number.
Nov 20, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
The future smells like dishsoap and ink
and Jack's magic beans.
Nov 6, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
Climbing Teapot Hill
Your whole future, your whole past, we tell each other, can slip between the folds of the cedar’s bark.
Oct 23, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
How to capture a day
A poem for the end of things.
Oct 16, 2025 • Maaike VanderMeer
A broken tulip by Maaike
A broken tulip by Maaike
Every Thursday, an offering: a lyric essay, a poem or a deep dive into an art piece. Each one a question that hovers like bees around the hive of place and rupture. We'll do our best to follow the questions home.
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