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Philippa Bowe

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Flash fiction, poetry, translation, in English/en franΓ§ais. Published online and in print (Ghost City Press, NFFR, Reflex Fiction, Bath Flash Fiction, Spark2Flame, Neither Fish Nor Foul, The Hooghley Review). Pushcart Prize nom. Dance, LFC, la belle vie.

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Ha! Well it's a big moment. Mine left the nest years ago, but there was something about him being so geographically far away (southeast Asia) that really tugged...Hope you are finding some joy in the empty nest? πŸ˜†

23.11.2025 14:22 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks Paul! How you bearing up after yesterday? Going to be a long tough season I fear... πŸ˜’βš½πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:20 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you! Yes, those paper notes are what spoke to me, I got them from a description of soldiers in the American civil war. πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:16 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks Gary - and apparently no, we're totally incapable of learning! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:15 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Many thanks John! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:14 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Karen - yes, I dipped into history, but sadly it has not been relegated to history as it should be! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:12 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:11 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks Rachel - I was happy with 'smarting wombs', definitely drawing on recent experience (tho' not in the same tragic vein of course!) when one of my boys went travelling for months, so happy for him but definitely felt a smarting when we waved him off on the train! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:10 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks so much Debra! πŸ™πŸ’œ

23.11.2025 14:07 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks for these lovely words! πŸ™

23.11.2025 14:06 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Poem:

Weighted Silence

The air is heavy with silence,
the quiet is a roar of denial–
there is no war,

no marching bands
no cheering crowds

no reports of fallen soldiers, 
(tagged and tattooed in advance)

no one cries, 
no one is seen crying,

all support, we’re in full support,
this operation’s to protect and saveβ€”

do not say otherwise, wiser to say nothing at all.
The air is heavy with silence. That silence is heavy with fear.

Poem: Weighted Silence The air is heavy with silence, the quiet is a roar of denial– there is no war, no marching bands no cheering crowds no reports of fallen soldiers, (tagged and tattooed in advance) no one cries, no one is seen crying, all support, we’re in full support, this operation’s to protect and saveβ€” do not say otherwise, wiser to say nothing at all. The air is heavy with silence. That silence is heavy with fear.

Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #DogTags Another tough one! Thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk #Poetry

21.11.2025 12:38 β€” πŸ‘ 37    πŸ” 13    πŸ’¬ 13    πŸ“Œ 0

So powerful and gorgeous, particularly love the way the end circles back to the beginning. Made me think of the song And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda (The Pogues' version). ✨

23.11.2025 14:03 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Happy Friday #BlueSkyPoets! #PoemsAbout #DogTags
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
Have a glorious day and weekend! Excited as always to read the amazing artistic work presented here!

21.11.2025 11:57 β€” πŸ‘ 20    πŸ” 12    πŸ’¬ 10    πŸ“Œ 0

So beautiful in all the tragedy, love how you've made it so visceral, so rooted in the natural world, the stuff of the heavens. ✨

23.11.2025 13:57 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Ukrainian Dog Tags
Β 
Β 
No one wore them
	We all knew who they were
Boys at play in vineyards
	And wheatfields
Almost grown
	Into fine men
Ploughed under
	On battlefields
Watered with tears -
Bloodied homeland 
Invasion
Reaps only what it sows

karen pierce gonzalez

Ukrainian Dog Tags Β  Β  No one wore them We all knew who they were Boys at play in vineyards And wheatfields Almost grown Into fine men Ploughed under On battlefields Watered with tears - Bloodied homeland Invasion Reaps only what it sows karen pierce gonzalez

I offer this for #poemsabout #dogtags @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets

21.11.2025 17:32 β€” πŸ‘ 42    πŸ” 12    πŸ’¬ 14    πŸ“Œ 1

Oh Karen how heart-breaking, that 'ploughed under' has brought tears to my eyes - the power of poetry! πŸ™

23.11.2025 13:54 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks Merril, I haven't read yours yet, jumping over now! πŸ™

23.11.2025 13:52 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

That is such a lovely poem - so much love in there, congrats! πŸ™Œ

22.11.2025 09:36 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

And thank you for the lovely words! πŸ™

21.11.2025 12:28 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Have to get back to work now (day job calls!) but look forward to reading lots more over the weekend. πŸ’«

21.11.2025 11:06 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

What a lovely, sad piece. The rhythm of the last lines and the shifting calling of names is so effective, and I love how you take us from the beginning to the end of a love affair with the seasons. ✨

21.11.2025 11:03 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Oh I love this, especially the 'tiny barnacles of skin'! Such a wonderful take on the prompt. ✨

21.11.2025 11:00 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Short and visual and very very powerful: a gut-punch. ✨

21.11.2025 10:59 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks so much! πŸ™

21.11.2025 10:49 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Thanks so much! πŸ™

21.11.2025 10:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you for those lovely words! I found the prompt almost too specific - but hey, good to be pushed out your comfort zone, right? πŸ™

21.11.2025 10:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
Shaded grey box with a poem:

all that remains

we don’t cry when they leave
us women
with our smarting wombs and unbroken backs

we don’t cry when the silence
from the front line
is louder than sorrowing words

we don’t cry when their bodies return
paper notes pinned to backs
shaking letters telling us who and where

we cry once we bury them
flooding their graves
clutching our relics tight to our ragged hearts

Shaded grey box with a poem: all that remains we don’t cry when they leave us women with our smarting wombs and unbroken backs we don’t cry when the silence from the front line is louder than sorrowing words we don’t cry when their bodies return paper notes pinned to backs shaking letters telling us who and where we cry once we bury them flooding their graves clutching our relics tight to our ragged hearts

Morning poets! Struggled a little with the #PoemsAbout prompt this week, #DogTags. Looking at the history of them I discovered soldiers in the American Civil War pinned paper notes to their backs, so went with that. Happy Friday! πŸ’œ
Thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

21.11.2025 10:08 β€” πŸ‘ 34    πŸ” 11    πŸ’¬ 15    πŸ“Œ 0

Wow Alan, this is a stunner! Everything is there, all the messiness and longing and sweat. Fave line I think is 'I want the migraines and the hardons' πŸ™ŒπŸ½πŸ€©

18.11.2025 08:57 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Ikr? πŸ˜€

17.11.2025 20:24 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

You're so very welcome - totally deserved! ✨

17.11.2025 20:24 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

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