Joseph Nutman

Hello, empty room! ...where I finally post from my Substack account

Will be having a digital hermititude for a while, but I will be posting weekly from my Substack - you can see the frist one here... open.substack.com/pub/jdnutman...

#poetry #onwriting #inspiration #substack #writersofbluesky

the poetry competition is pounding at the door; your tithes are overdue

That is a work in progress!

Versified Anxiety The beast is agitated, paces behind bone bars to a beehive buzz, its shame always worries stitches, should wear a cone, sick pet –. Demands attention though the demand trips on the tongue, can't articulate the want – doesn't quite know, does it? Regardless – jumps the queue, brings 'what about' problems to any solution. Okay, but what would you have me do? I get you're as tender as a bruise a day after a blow, burn like a wick far from the purse of a mouth, whine like a wire the wind tucks to a chin and bows as blue as the wail of late night saxophones; felt with no words, only punctuation – sometimes a row of full stops thinking... occasionally – when the blood is up – an exclamation! Hint that a eureka is coming, or a stubbed toe. Less an explanation than an obelisk, it could be enigmatic if it wasn't enervating. The capped pen, clean sheet, tidy desk, fallow field, becalmed sea, bloodless genitals, empty head – nothing of consequence though massively consequential, pretty penniless except for the bad penny, without fail.

A jazzy (and recently rejected) one, symbolic, and surreal if you imagine your personal anxiety personified as a flat mate walking in on you bitching about them - then you let them have it.

#poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

Breath of Fresh Air by Joseph Nutman

My answer to a frequent question I get - Do you get inspiration out of nowhere? This article for the SoW Substack was my answer...

open.substack.com/pub/sowcic/p...

#writinginspo #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

Cold Comfort by Joseph Nutman

Are you struggling to write today? I was too when I was asked to write a blogpost for the ShoutOrWhisper CIC, maybe what I wrote will help you?
open.substack.com/pub/sowcic/p...

#poetspfbluesky #Writersinspo #writinginspo #blueskypoets

A recording I did of one of my poems will be on BBC Upload tonight, so if you are in the East of England, you will be able to listen to it on your local show (Three Counties, Cambs, Norfolk, Suffolk). #bbcupload #poetsofbluesky

For @hool415.bsky.social and this week's #promptcombo #visitor (s), an old TTT one I had forgotten about from around this time last year.

I've not caught up to anyone else's contributions yet but will do so before the week is out 😘

A halftone white hand holding a pen on a green background. Text reads “#WednesdayWIPs – It’s Wednesday, got a WIP?” The Broken Spine logo is bottom left.

It’s Wednesday. Got a WIP?

Doesn’t matter if it’s raw or rolling. If it’s yours, it belongs.

Drop a line. Share a note. Let us know where you’re at.

#WednesdayWIPs #PoetsOfBluesky #BlueskyWriters #PoemsAbout

Thank you, Sue! Very kind of you to say, glad you enjoyed it!

🙏🙏 Thank you so much

Thank you @hool415.bsky.social - I had a lot of fun with that!

Thank you, I really enjoyed using that 😀

One for the #promptcombo offered by @hool415.bsky.social - this week on the theme of #visitor - #blueskypoets ##poetsofbluesky

ICYM this publishing opportunity #poetrycommunity ##poetsofbluesky

Stumbling bleary-eyed upon this spot at dawn one day last month, adding this to my list of poetic sites I have visited!

Lovely news last night of a nomination for Best of the Net from Gothic Keats Press for a poem in their Bryon anthology. Many thanks to Clay. Best of luck to everyone! 🌳🖊️🎉

www.gothickeatspress.com

A poem inspired by the statue of Sappho in Letchworth Garden City, a favourite writing spot of mine.

#blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #sappho #inspiration #Hertfordshire

In the midst of moving home
a thousand-and-one mundane
hairsplitting thoughts
chase me from bed,
I'll be running on fumes today -
but I have coffee, a notebook,
and October wind
browbeating leaves
off the trees
in oceanic whisper hymns,
beckoning the tide
of my waking dreams, in.

#poem #cantsleep

A video poem inspired partly by dawn walks on the beaches of Catalonia last month, a Jim Morrison quote, and using an unusual narrator to answer my recurring question of "why am I up so early?" - complete with lapping Mediterranean waves and gorgeous views of Sitges.

#poetry #blueskypoets #sitges

Seven, always!

Pat Conroy at writing desk

‘Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.’
– Pat Conroy
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#writing #WritingCommunity #WritersCommunity

The wonderful Sunday Mornings At The River have an open call for a new poetry anthology called 'For those who despair' -

www.sundaymorningsattheriver.com/submit

#poetry #opencall #anthology #sundaymorningsattheriver

The wonderful Sunday Mornings At The River have an open call for a new poetry anthology called 'For those who despair' -

www.sundaymorningsattheriver.com/submit

#poetry #opencall #anthology #sundaymorningsattheriver

Every day is National Poetry Day in this household, as my long-suffering wife and son would readily testify.

Whipping this little poem back out for #NationalPoetryDay and this year's theme #Play

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your comments - that is probably one of the most raw things I have shared in a poem that I have actually shared

Athlete The first event I entered I won – it was a swim, first in around 200 million, no medal for me – I had no neck; nine months later I stood on the podium, soaking wet, bawled my eyes out to celebrate. Next event: Duathlon. Stage one – a toddle across the concourse of the court to my father and his solicitor; no idea who they were, but at the end of my sprint my smile was returned. Stage two was not up to me, down to a judge – deemed me to be my father's son, in his eyes (having failed the blood test) that was a loss, no split decision here, it was unanimous. My prize? £9 a fortnight for the next sixteen years, and my name, some daddy issues, shame. It didn't feel like I'd won. Next event: Iron man. Fuelled by cold fusion where my heart was meant to be, cardiovascular efficiency left no room for empathy. caused damage on the field of play to cover myself in glory with my ideas of what a man should be. Maybe I should rehab my old injuries – quit competing, take my losses graciously, throw out my expensive shoes, hold a conference on the news, retire and live a humble life; always take the scenic route, stop to enjoy the view, at a pace I can enjoy, and run barefoot.

The second of two poems for #@nationalpoetryday on the subject of #play - this one is called 'Athlete' @poetrydayuk.bsky.social

Thank you, Madeleine - tips like this help me find my way around! I know what I am going to be doing on my day off work now! 🙏