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09.02.2026 09:11 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0@hool415.bsky.social
Nominated for a Forward Prize, Best Of The Net (Twice) and Two Pushcart Awards. Black Bough (Silver Branch Poet), East Ridge Review (Featured Poet), Frogmore Papers, Full House Literary, Dream Catcher, Starbeck Orion, Dreich, Broken Spine, Frazzled Lit.
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09.02.2026 09:11 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0The Question Repeated Itself The question repeated itself. βSo, tell me, do you deserve to be here?β God stared, entirely fairly awaiting my answer. I trembled and sweated then finally spoke. βNoβ, I said, βI really donβt.β βExactlyβ, said God, before smiling and adding: βYou see, I rarely need to make the decision myself.β
Hullo @fromoneline.bsky.social #fromoneline and to #thequestionrepeateditself
09.02.2026 09:10 β π 2 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0The way you read βanticipationββ¦
brilliant words and of course, reading! ππ
Loss I used to dream of your grave, the cemetery undayed kneeling my fingers running through sickened grass: clumps nourished by your cancer, scrambling downwards, a crescent of mud waxing under every nail, my hands are bloody and blackened, they must match your own, this dream reaches wetted wood, your lid now weak as rushes and as I tenderly part the softened splinters, only bones distant traffic pounds like a subterranean heart then sizing up the choice, I strike tibia against fibula hard, just to make you spark again.
Hullo #vss365 and to #bones An old one today.
09.02.2026 05:14 β π 12 π 4 π¬ 0 π 0Sigh! π
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08.02.2026 19:59 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0New style!
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08.02.2026 19:01 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0More!
08.02.2026 08:15 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0These are getting more and more horrific! Excellent.
08.02.2026 08:14 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0Pale Once, an elderly neighbour, (who would die the next day), was placed by his upstairs window. He looked so pale: waxy as an unlit candle, his cream curtains quivering like premature, part-formed wings. It was summer, I was in my garden and we all knew he was dying. I sometimes climb back into that stare, to take his point of view: not seeing the trees, plants, or grass or me, only a bespoke armageddon.
Hullo #vss365 and to #pale
08.02.2026 08:03 β π 42 π 11 π¬ 0 π 0This feels a nature versus nurture ponder. Stark but thoughtful and effective.
Theyβll be a new host and prompt for the week on Monday morning UK time.
Hope to see you there Stace.
Thanks for taking part, even if a little late!π
Old I know a few perfectly well elderly who can only look back, you know, the ones that forcefully reminisce at every point, as if they have a tilting mechanism which suddenly acts to cease their engagement with the current. These days I just think thereβs something eminently sensible, even rather lovely in that. Enlightenment Stopped driving at a crossing, facing the other way: a packed city bus, the young crew-cut driver looked so serene, reminded me of a long-ago college visitor: a meditation demonstration from a Buddhist monk; both calmly following the prescribed path, each suitably unattached to their distracting internal chat.
Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social #smallpoemsunday #poetry Thanks as always for your curating!
08.02.2026 03:46 β π 11 π 4 π¬ 0 π 0Iβll take that. A really lingering funeralβ¦
Cheers Glenn
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07.02.2026 16:47 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Itβs bloomin marvellous Jits!
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07.02.2026 08:28 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Overheads When I was young the constellations were glints of bone, suspended skeletons, whose mythic forms loomed large as legends; the pinned sagas of my junior skies. Then a telescope brought the stars to me. Freed from their confinement by the sound of science, I understood something of the universeβs atomic roar. I noticed colours: odd drops of blood, the discarded flecks from a manhandled bullion and tints from the deftest breath of blue. For a time, these sparks scarred me as the furthest outriders from the pomp of a Creatorβs blaze. Now my exploded theology has flung these thoughts aside and all my myths have died. With only science left, half a knowledge no longer enough to hear the birth of light; and the sky is mute again, the darkness, undisguised.
Hullo #vss365 and to #blood
Another old one today.
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07.02.2026 06:04 β π 0 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0V impressed! π
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06.02.2026 20:30 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Always a pleasure, Fifty
06.02.2026 19:31 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Cheers Fifty. It was so sad and awful to observe.
06.02.2026 19:31 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Really. Itβs as good as that floozy crashing the wake!
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06.02.2026 16:09 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0Cheers John. Not sure Iβd noticed that!
06.02.2026 14:27 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 0 π 0@hool415.bsky.social Such has been my consumptive state this week, I've only just managed to turn out the slightest of trinkets for your #tracks #PromptCombo. But here it is, and within the stated deadline π
Hope you've had a lovely week hosting !
Oh you are soooo annoying Jitters. As Tommy Cooper might sayβ¦just like that! The magic that spins from your brain so easily. Just ludicrous! Could requote every ruddy line! π―ππ
06.02.2026 14:25 β π 3 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0Nice! π―ποΈ
06.02.2026 12:27 β π 1 π 0 π¬ 1 π 0Only want to say one word Andyβ¦beautiful!
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