V. entertaining, but shame about the clocks snark. If she was still on BST then her 7pm start would look like 8pm on her watch.
Love, a killjoy

Authentic eye-witness accounts of what’s happening in Gaza are hard to come by. This, from Private Eye, reveals so much.

Good point. (Letter to Private Eye)

CLERIHEW CORNER Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu So enthusiastically slew That he’s going to find Yahweh quite hard to kid After all the Thou Shalt Nots that he Did

Somebody’s Stolen the Moon POETRY: America, a thousand miles away, and the Me is looming dreadfully close

New poem: American politics and the dread of “the Me”, the ghost in your bedroom, his cold hand on your toes. www.undergrowth.me/p/somebodys-...

You’re my no.1 fan. Not the “Misery” kind… so far.

Seraphim LOVE-LUST POEM #2: The heavenly choir. Peacefully blessed. Simple desire in an infinite cosmos.

Valentine’s Day… ugh! Love… yay! New poem on desire, faith, the heavenly choir and Cupid. www.undergrowth.me/p/seraphim

Hourglass Sand POETRY: Cause and consequences, the concertina of time, human failings.

New poetry by me: a concertina of time, and impotence in the face of climate change www.undergrowth.me/p/hourglass-...

Buzzer’s Call Mum died. I stay busy, yes-yes I’m OK, OK, I’m fine. But Hamlet broods. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. On decline. On Decay. On the end of things.

My latest writing, on dealing with death. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. www.undergrowth.me/p/buzzers-call

Flawed Claude ACTUALITY: Adventures in AI, in which Claude admits to “talking out of my ass”

The one where Claude AI confesses to its failings. open.substack.com/pub/undergro...

Moor POETRY: I’ll never be done with my life in the north

New #poetry, on my foppishly fashionable youth meeting the ice-cold reality of Yorkshire. www.undergrowth.me/p/moor

#redFlag Some drive-by verse, rattling along mainly as a hook to hang my opinions on AI-bonkers illustrations

A silly little poem, and a more serious opinion on these pioneer-days of AI-generated imagery. www.undergrowth.me/p/redflag

I’ve promised my other half that – no matter how she “turns out” – I’ll never point at her in a public place and scream KILL THE MONSTER! Even if she coughs up a tit. #hero

One Mile Inland POETRY: Waves roar. Distance whispers. Intimacy echoes.

It never rests, there’s wave on wave,
the sea has neither birth nor grave,
we simply chance to hear its flights
of noisy song on quiet nights.

A #poem on waves and intimacy: www.undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-i...

Silt POETRY: Shadows lengthen. Presence and absence. Nature knows.

#Poetry, on loss and grief tumbled into nature. www.undergrowth.me/p/silt #stillbirth

On Learning The Facts of Life Birds and bees and wallabies, or the bald truth?

@jayrayner1.bsky.social Some lovely reminiscence including your mum’s “The Body Book” here. 🙂 open.substack.com/pub/wendyvar...

De- POETRY: Love dissolves. Hearts rebel. Destiny prevails.

Latest poem from me – all nots and backwardness.
“…Knit back the fibres,
dis-rent what we’ve torn,
de-build our towers,
diluted, unborn,
unfall for each other,
wipe the sun from the dawn…”
#poetry #relationships
www.undergrowth.me/p/de

New poem, on people passing, or not.

…So beckon them, close
to the pew next to you…

#poetry #grief www.undergrowth.me/p/tendrils

Bones in the Rocks POETRY: Family. Ferries. Fatherhood.

New #poetry. I guess I’m a family man.
“From shoreline to hilltop
from village to docks
I can unwind the years,
I can turn back the clocks,
hear the crackle of Cretaceous bones in the rocks.”
Read the rest:
www.undergrowth.me/p/bones-in-t...

She’s Up St Mary’s Again A poem, on the raw landscape of looming dementia.

New #poetry, on #dementia. Memory, identity and consciousness shift and change. #dementia www.undergrowth.me/p/shes-up-st...

Cold Weather Front POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.

A poem. Nature’s hunters and human hearts find their rhythm in the deepening autumn dark. #Poetry www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...

#Halloween story! “We froze, in confusion and mounting fear, as Hell’s hungry minion encircled us like a stinking lasso. He raced around us, his orbit scoring a fiery ring in the pavement – just wide enough to enclose the two of us.” #Fiction www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...

Dorothy, the Demon and I FICTION: A Hallowe’en story. Night-walking to an appointment with ELIZA in the Underworld. Terror lurks. Choice becomes destiny. Freedom has a price.

New #Halloween #fiction. A midnight stroll transforms into an odyssey through Hell’s labyrinth, where ancient spirits await with impossible choices. www.undergrowth.me/p/dorothy-th...

Cold Weather Front POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.

#Poetry corner. The delicate dance between wild instinct and domestic comfort as winter approaches. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...

Cold Weather Front POETRY: Night. Predators. Season’s turn.

New #poetry. October night unfolds through the eyes of predators and lovers, where warmth becomes the ultimate prize. www.undergrowth.me/p/cold-weath...

A Bang from the Inky POETRY: Thunder breaks. Nature transforms. Life persists.

New #poetry. Nature’s orchestra, storm clouds gather and transform the landscape. www.undergrowth.me/p/a-bang-fro...

Boiled Air and Brine Heat and sand. Separate souls. Ocean and tree-shade.

New #poetry. In the shimmer of equatorial heat, a meditation on distance and connection unfolds on an empty beach. www.undergrowth.me/p/boiled-air...

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Ah thanks. Dumb-me had been assuming it was undocumented coding for “How much I like it” / “How technically accomplished it is” or something like that. Never noticed the second group was always ****. (Think I’ve been influenced by the lwlies.com helpful Anticipation/Enjoyment/In Retrospect ratings.)