Poetry for World Healing Day A Last Saturday event - poetry to celebrate World Healing Day on 25 April 2026. Join host Louise Longson for this beautiful event.

Join us on Saturday for poems for World Healing Day - wonderful poets with beautiful poems www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/poetry-for... 7.00pm online Zoom and free!

So evocative, those railings still telling the war stories, love a Rec poem.

Thanks editors at @atriumpoetry.bsky.social for publishing this poem about my youthful misdemeanour by bicycle!

Three Poems by Paul Connolly Lothlorien Poetry Journal Edited by Strider Marcus Jones Poet - Publishes poetry and fiction online and in print periodically. https://lothlorienp

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Stunning poem. Here in York UK as the day closes, this will do. Thank you.

Read the poem ‘type’ by Goldie Peacock Maine poems edited and introduced by Megan Grumbling.

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Thank you very much for the cardigan I've been wanting this colour because Mummy burnt my other one.

Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

This anthology doesn’t soften the world.
It reframes it.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

The rain has its own dance to make itself happen; it’s intricate, you know.

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The Canal at Night, painting by Reg Mummery.

Goodnight from The Fall of Frogs pub, where regulars are acutely nervous at news that Old Mother has returned to Long Thurlstone. Goodnight from Tilly Ragworth, carefully picking gravel and thorns from her feet after sleepwalking to Pennyhill Copse again. Goodnight from Hookland,

Old Mother always returns eventually, the regulars might like to brush down her chair in the snug and give the antimacassar a press. Keep her sweet. Night Hookland.

Early in his career, Charles Ginner preferred to paint interiors and street scenes, but after WW1 turned his attention to meticulous study of landscape. Here he paints Hampstead Heath in London in the spring of 1932.

i’ve been writing you a letter about fail safes, about risks and appraisals, about the neighbor’s dog sometimes it begins with a moment of vindication that relieves nothing sometimes it doesn’t sometimes i write about the cold air— how it feels like gravity the weight of things that have consequence in the lungs how it reminds me of my refusal to retain anything i never talk about opening i don’t speak about freedom when i read it back slowly, carefully it sounds like distance masquerading as clarity there is no relief in it the dog keeps barking i keep trying to touch the ground

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Gravity, I'm thinking about the weight of things.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

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Two poems. That’s all we need.
Make them precise.
Make them necessary.
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Thank you so much Paul. As you know I’m thrilled to be part of your brilliant anthology. 🙏🙏🙏

I have put my recording of Train in the chat below

Well done #York Minstermen. Going up. ⚽

Minster Gardens, York, painting by Kate Lycett.

Folkish Book Tour - The Writing Squad Folkish is a trickster figure masquerading as a poetry collection. Full of ghosts, worms, saints, and Northern English folklore, Kym Deyn’s debut is playful, spirited and absolutely furious – moving…

Full of ghosts, worms, saints, and Northern English folklore, Kym Deyn’s debut is playful, spirited and absolutely furious.

Join Kym in launching the collection, beginning with an online event with Nine Arches Press on April 21st - alongside Jennifer Wong and Rishi Dastidar.

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the arc
from plum to prune
a few breaths long

#DailyHaikuPrompt (plum) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry

Brown and cream fungi on the side of a tree trunk. Background of grass.

Bracket fungi by the River Ouse in #York. #Fridayfungi

'The Orange Seller.' (c1960) Reginald Brill was an English social realist and narrative painter whose work primarily depicts the lives of ordinary people and the landscapes that they inhabit.

Charles Ginner's work was painted from one of the windows of his sister's house at Boscastle in Cornwall in the late summer of 1928. Views from windows were a distinctive theme in his personal artistic vocabulary.

So many stories and all are true.

Visitors often ask us about the statue in our lobby—a woman, 10 ft tall, bone thin, barefoot, her face buried in & completely obscured by a nameless book—but the truth is, we don’t know its origins. The statue predates the Library, with the latter being built up around the former.

#publiclibraries

If you want to join the #PoemsAloud conversation, here's a tip for recording audios & videos. Fairly easy & it works:

1. Find a free image on Pixabay, Unsplash, etc. View full screen.

2. Open Quicktime & record your screen while reading your #PoemsAloud

3. Save your video file. Share on Bluesky 🐦‍⬛

Goodnight from Chris Josiffe, desperately shuffling papers on his desk in hope of finding crucial notes on Telling Bones. Goodnight from Emily C. Banting, sitting on the Brighthaven Promenade with her lover as she swaps chips for gossip with a scavenging of gulls. Goodnight from Hookland.

Illustration of new moon on third day of lunar cycle showing detail of craters on moon surface.

Goodnight.
‘The moon is my mother.
She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness—
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.’ ~Plath
The Moon: third day, Secrets of the stars, 1922.

Goodnight from Jill Boutflour, unable to sleep in case the Boy-With-the-Porcelain-Face comes out of the wardrobe to creep-crawl her room again. Goodnight from dead Philip Lovett, regretting an afterlife as an author without either a pen or a notebook to scribble in. Goodnight from Hookland.