Sam Garvan

Oh - that poem is making me cry.

Photo of a small standing girl facing forwardsl in a purple dress with colourful embroidered details and an embroidered cap

In 2021 Afghan women started an online campaign to protest the Taliban's female dress code by posting photos of what traditional Afghan clothes look like #AfghanWomen
#WomensArt

Every word of this

Yes.

Cockroaches do spread disease of course among their other misdeeds ...

Butterflies are the better pollinator.

great poem ..

Cover of an anthology of writing. Title is Curae.

Coming soon coming soon.... an anthology of new work by writers who are also carers. I'm in here somewhere. Thank you so much to @bookwormvaught.bsky.social and a heads up to @ylbooks.bsky.social and any other bookshops who might like to carry a copy (out in November).

Beautiful

Full frontal 'head and shoulders' portrait of a small dog with a reddish collar. Maybe a jack russell? White front, black head with a bit of tan. Very alert and friendly looking! What big ears it's got...

Unexpectedly splendid portrait of a dog - Josephine Bowes

YouTube video by Kriti Channel ΝΑΤΣΑ - ΝΑΤΣΑ ΓΑ - Νικόλας & Μιχάλης #Καλιδώνης από #Κάλυμνο - #Παραδοσιακό Καλύμνου

Νικόλας & Μιχάλης Καλιδώνης - «Νάτσα νάτσα γα»

#song #greeksong #greekmusic #kalymnos #traditionalsong

A poster advertising an event at the Oh Yeah Centre in Belfast on 11th October to raise funds for Palestine.

Here is a small thing you can for Palestine. Come to our event in Belfast on Saturday. Music, poetry and craic to raise funds for Medical Aid for Palestinians. Please share. Thank you x

Congrats! Lovely and touching poem.

Don't leave out the assorted other things, I think they are sure to be important to somebody. So I prefer just one index - or three.

Fascinating and enjoyable ...

"After a legal threat from GB News presenter Michelle Dewberry, Virgin Active turned their back on a long record of inclusion and enforced a changing room and bathroom ban on trans people across all their gyms"

@goodlawproject.bsky.social

Send Virgin an email:

goodlawproject.org/virgin-activ...

I think the poetry society do readings, or they used to ... hang on ... here we are ...

poetrysociety.org.uk/venue/poetry...

Ah well - my good fortune!

This is great ..

Two Poems by Penelope Shuttle sestude viii. plane to Fargo 1959 You can find a Word accessible version of this poem here. Penelope Shuttle lives in Cornwall. Her thirteenth collection, Lyonesse, appeared from Blo…

"The moon steps
into her grave"

I love this sestude by Penelope Shuttle

modronmagazine.com/two-poems-by...

@zoebrigley.bsky.social et al

Young Lion

Young Lion https://www.wikiart.org/en/maria-primachenko/young-lion-1979

Elon Musk committing sedition. On TV. We ban other hate preachers. Ban Elon.

Looks like the same cover-designer did Stoner and Queen of the Night ...

Letter from Ed Davey to Keir Starmer condemning Elon Musk for inciting violence and urging unity to defend democracy.

I've written to Keir Starmer, Kemi Badenoch and Nigel Farage, urging them to join me in condemning Elon Musk's dangerous remarks inciting violence yesterday.

As leaders, we must stand together and make clear Musk will face serious consequences for these actions.

wow

Thanks Catherine! A microwavable incredible pudding! Looks like yours has raisins in too, or might be chocolate chips. Or both, what the hell.

No - the pudding is incredible. I want one. Does it have a name?

"Stinging autumn, you I love, more than
Any little angel-face,
You, cruel and strange-eyed courtesan."

#Verlaine
(transl. Martin Sorrell)

This may or may not help:

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Hello JS! Sorry I didn't say HI at the poetry evening tonight - at first I wasn't sure you were you and then, when I was sure, somehow there was no opportunity. Anyway - hello!!

Present Tense by Todd Dillard My father’s telling me about his dog, how it fell into a well when they were walking down a wooded path. His dog ran across some rotted planks, the planks splintered, “And whoosh!” my father says. “No more dog.” I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M. “I’m not finished,” he says. He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket, how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down, and yelled for the dog to get in. “But all I pulled up was more barking.” “Dad,” I say. “This never happened.” He says he can’t remember how long he tried to get the dog to shimmy into the bucket. Just that at some point when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“ as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“ he decided to give up. “Dad,” I say. “It’s late. I’m tired. And you’re dead.” “Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!” My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt and pouring the dirt into the well. And I know what he’s getting at, I know he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket he filled the well and the dog jumped out. He’s going to say something about how the dog led him home through the dark. I know this so loudly I don’t hear, at first, my father’s silence. “Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?” I keep lowering the bucket but all I ever pull up are leaves. Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”