Nick felt it wriggle upwards out of his waistcoat. The small weight of it teetered on the edge and he raised his one hand to try and hold it, but it hissed at him, took a flying leap and landed with a light thump just in front of the doorstep. https://vrl.link/4Y
“I’d leave her alone if I were you,” said the kitten. Lorelei took her sleeve from her face and stared at it. sarahfrideswide.substack.com/p/5-lost-arm-botched-rob... #ghost #kitten #substack
If she had anywhere else to go, she would walk out now. But she didn’t, and she was starting to have a horrible feeling about what she might be in for. sarahfrideswide.substack.com/p/greenish-pond-water #ghost #substack #fiction
For 395 years he’d endured a cold existence with only the echoes of fading memories to keep him company.... https://sarahfrideswide.substack.com/p/a-creeping-chill #ghost #substack #fiction
“How do you do. Don’t mind the ghost, he’s very friendly. I ‘spect I’ll see you at supper.” Read here: sarahfrideswide.substack.com/p/episode-2-revelations #ghost #substack #minsterlovell
Minster Lovell wasn’t the place for a ghost at this time of year, the wind blew right through him and rattled... sarahfrideswide.substack.com/p/episode-1-no-place-for... #ghost #substack #minsterlovell
'The floor was slick with bile and mother begged for Jesus
who showed up naked, body of criss-crossed scars
that wouldn’t heal ... '
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'On a cellular level it happens every second
Fragments of the body
are let go to make survival possible.'
iamb.uk/wave/25-kar...
'I am comma after comma
refusing to end
on the untuned
organ
in the cathedral
of your orgasm.'
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'Nothing good ever came from being the first one in. More people have walked on the moon than have won from the number one position, remember that.'
iamb.uk/wave/25-col...
'I wonder if the stars have named us too,
with names that last far longer than our own –
and echo, gently, mid that great unknown.'
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'In the tidal mud below lay bottles and shoes,
reminders of when we too were wild,
our wanton lives unborn.'
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Another gorgeous spring sunrise.
When my mind feels like torn up paper, story is what makes it whole again. Reading, writing, it doesn't matter. Story is the solution to madness, fragmentation and what runs off between the cracks.
Sometimes poetry writing just works better on the floor.
It's not a trick, the cat is one of the two main characters. The title donkey is just an extra.
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Sending you back some sunshine from up here.
1x gorgeous sunrise. Saying spring is on the way. Saying winter doesn't last forever. Hold on.
Enjoying some shadow play and texture in my photography today.
Ooo, this is really useful. Thank you!
We have an artists' collective which is unofficially called "The Ungrand Pudding Affair" with my homemade bread pudding as its emblem. Although I didn't start the whole thing, I just elaborated on a theme. Regardless, writing and bread pudding are now inextricably linked.
Ah, you're not all the way insane yet then. Once you've fully lost it, come join us over here in the certified literary loony club. We do great bread and butter pudding. (Well I do, the others just jumped on the bang wagon).
Thank you so much Mark. It's wonderful to be included in this fantastic lineup.
From my lovely friend Lydia - today's poetry quote of the day, from her collection "Henrietta's Library of the Whole Wide World".
Sometimes all you need is to suddenly look at something from a different angle.
Thank you 😊
Well... Someone wrote an article about me! Very cool indeed.
"For her, writing became an act of alignment: spiritual, emotional, intellectual, and physical — a way of inhabiting her truest self...."
Go read it here 👇
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Fore-edge painting depicting a view of Venice (gondolas, lovely architecture, a colourful gold, red and yellow sky with clouds)
Fore-edge painting depicting a view of Venice (gondolas, lovely architecture, a colourful gold, red and yellow sky with clouds). Seller's hands holding the book to display the picture are in the image.
Just LOOK at this gorgeous fore-edge painting from Gaetano Polidori's 1919 'Traduzione del lament di Tasso di Lord Byron'. @preraphaelitesoc.bsky.social 😍
One week until submissions open.
HOWL New Irish Writing 26 opens on Feb 13th.
Poetry and prose in English and Irish.
We’re looking forward to reading what you’ve been working on.
📅 7 days
"The story gets handwritten, which makes it sensory. The pen moves in time with my brainwaves, I feel and smell the paper. I watch the story physically form, it’s an act of craft work. The physicality of it is a form of meditation in and of itself."
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