Really looking forward to this!

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!

Can’t wait to get my hands on Hatchery by @bethosmond.bsky.social total privilege witnessing this collection grow into such a profound meditation on the frontiers of care & caring, in Beth’s neonatologist role but also as a mother & human being so connected to the delicate thread that is life 🪡

What a launch! Absolutely brilliant! 🤩

Hatchery

Preterm babies were first offered care in Victorian side shows. They were first shown in the UK in 1897 at Earl’s Court. Find out more in my chapbook Hatchery from @vpresslit.bsky.social, published on 1 May and available to pre order

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#Moth Launch Night with Eleanor Holmes & Special Guests Join Eleanor Holmes for the launch of her new hybrid mini-book #Moth (available to pre-order from Ethel Zine) alongside guest readers.

Tonight 19.30 U.K. time is the launch of my hybrid mini-book #moth published by @the-ethelzine.bsky.social get your FREE tickets here 👇 many special guest readers & music🪉 www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/moth-launc...

#NewIllustrationOfTheDay by Jon Klassen who has won the international Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award for illustration. ‘Now I See Me’, a pic of his shadow from his board book Now I See Summer, has characteristic economy & wit. Walker Books 9 April @walkerbooksuk.bsky.social @jonklassen.bsky.social

Thanks Stace!😊

You too Peter!

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Thanks Eleanor. I am envious - how wonderful!

So am I!

I love that lead up to I stand pointless! Great write!

I love this! So many fabulous images - and each line a gem. 🤩

The Metaphysics of Air Travel The aircraft does not conquer gravity. It bargains. A long argument of thrust and burn, aluminium insisting it has somewhere else to be. Time loses grip of distance And speed is no more than thoughts crossing a face, only a faint delay before meaning catches up. The body stays loyal to gravity, even at thirty-five thousand feet. Blood still settles. Sleep still negotiates. Hunger is dulled in tinfoil and plastic Yet something else shifts. A future is reached before it is lived Night is misplaced. Morning arrives early, apologising. The engines burn ancient light sun stored in oil, released to move us against the pull of the planet that made us. Energy hums everywhere, spent lavishly to hold us in this thin parenthesis: a pause written between departure and arrival, where being is neither here nor there but briefly, astonishingly, afloat.

inspired by some recent travel, here’s one for #PoemsAbout #Gravity many thanks as ever to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

This whole event was rich pickings wasn’t it! Great take!

Inertia I fall for you in ways not explained by Newton’s apple I fall out of my senses eventually falling out of love descending from your orbit until the gravitational force decreases inevitably returning to the hard earth bruised but not abashed

Here's my offering for this week's #poemsabout on
#gravity. Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk / @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt! Looking forward to reading everyone elses!

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Beautifully put Andy! I love ‘fall out of my senses’!

A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Gravity. A single short stanza writing with one or two words per line to try and indicate something falling. Text as follows: Gravity wins every time eventually silent unseen force weighing down bearing us dust-wards.

Hey #PoemsAbout #poetry friends @thebrokenspine.co.uk I’m sharing this wee mote for this week’s #gravity prompt. Thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and all who join in. Look forward to dropping in and out to check on contributions.

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Dust-wards! This is great!

Parse is a great word - love the use of it here!

Yep

Fabulous! 😂

I didn't mean to fall out of bed after sex but don't worry, it'll probably happen again. Call it applause, call it a compliment, call me whatever name you like, call me back. The early stages of falling for each other, pushing and pulling against unseen forces until the resistance collapses and hearts accelerate at 9.8m/s². Along my equator I grow hungry and weaker for the sight of you standing to wash offering me a hand to help me up that I decline, because I like the view. This is how we communicate, bodies in heat reaching pinnacle velocity, then cooling grounded in the fact that we are not one soul, but two separate entities orbiting the truth that we may collide but never reach understanding of one another, or of love for that matter, but that goes without saying, down here on the floor.

#Writing #poetry at dawn before I can will myself out of bed to get coffee, or type the #poem I actually meant to write for this initially. This was fun though, a funny memory with hidden weight, if you will. Enjoy 🤗

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Very powerful Jane!

Poem: Relativity Professor Einstein strolls through Princeton, the breeze lifts his frizzy white lion mane, and his eyes take in the lemon beauty of daffodils, how they whisper, heads close, tete a tete– the way he had done with Mileva, Elsa, Marie. . . He pictures his young self, the one who never ages, gazing at daffodils in Zurich and Berlin, his wives and lovers scattered like flower petals across nations, the relativity of love, the gravity of life the weight of it, the energy of its passing, the constant inconstancy, existence. He is old, his annus mirabilis so long ago, though the incandescence of it saved him when so many others were burnt to ashes, he was a star. He knows time is not absolute, now he feels it calling, the universe within his brain ready for the super nova.

Good morning! For #PoemsAbout #Gravity. Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk I hate to post and run, but a busy weekend. I will catch up with reading later.

A beautiful tale. I love that middle stanza!

A short poem hinging on the fact that levity is an antonym for gravity.

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Here’s to levity! Love this Mike.

My Stump   Its once stark white surface, now wears a veil of moss. A concrete nub, bleached mid-body by the daily rites of passing dogs.   Was it taller once? This throne for tired legs. This launchpad for brave jumps. When a young father's hand promised his daughter safety.   When I stood upon it, queen of the block. Feet planted, knees scraped, lungs heaving with chalk-dust and schoolyard air.   Later, it cradled my crouch, a sly cigarette pressed between fingers. Smoke curling like dragon breath, a malignant interlude between school and home.   Later still, when I was broken it became a marker.  A place to reach as I learnt to walk again.  A place to rest as I progressed.    Now I pass it daily. between my own front door, and the house where my mother dwelt. It doesn’t speak, but it remembers.   My children have stood on it too. I’ve held their hands, felt the tug of memory in their weightless leap.   Will they recall it? That stub of stone. Unmoving, silent, yet somehow sacred. A witness to generations - growing up, growing old.

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I couldn't write anything new, but this is one written a while ago that never found a home. I've updated it slightly, it sort of fits, and @oyoguhito.bsky.social poem put me in mind of it.