Introducing the first group of #Wave3 poets who will take it further:
@bethosmond.bsky.social @danieldugganwriter.bsky.social @vespertine4.bsky.social @dbodepudi.bsky.social @fionaswriting.bsky.social
This is a serious line-up.
#TheWhiskeyTree #Wave3
Blushing ginger mode engaged, you are always so kind. The programme is such a captivating listen.. reminded me of a line in your poem Lil's last word...
'...with its lighthouse stare. I opened my mouth and I was ransacked by its glare."
She throws salt mills
#poetry
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You know you have half an hour to spare... go listen to @helenmort.bsky.social exploring how light is housed.
It's lyrical and you can feel how the coast hugs its slender guardians.
Scare the bejesus out of me #poetry
It was wonderful to do this ‘listening chair’ for Elizabeth Alker recently and talk about John Grant but - more importantly - this episode of Unclassified features musical gorgeousness from Sheffield…. www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/...
Zoom launch invitation on a beige background with a botanical illustration of giant fescue grass. Text reads: Mædwe online launch - Tuesday 3rd March, 7.30pm. Hosted by Victoria Spires. With guest readers Vasiliki Albedo, Sophia Argyris, Tom Branfoot and Victoria Spires.
Link in bio, would love to see you there! 🌱
For #ValentinesDay this is called Half up, Half down.
Poem I lie awake in the slumber dark with feathered thorn moths on the pleated ledges of my eyelids I thought pulling out my eyeballs and pushing starlight into the voids would change me. I'm just the same, and so are you. You'll go on being the fucking moon that pulls mountains by their hair. Daniel Duggan
The moon that pulls mountains by their hair. #poetry
I have to get a bloody mind! I do like a murder mystery, so I'm halfway there!
What got you past that hurdle?
I know, I know, nods head, then shakes head at my own imposter syndrome
If I ever draw bravery and air my pamphlet, I want your honest thoughts @victoriaspires.bsky.social
Reviewing @louisepoetical.bsky.social 's The How in the World over at @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social 📚
The slant of your shoulders #poetry
For #Imbolc The light is getting dressed again.
Sharing my film poem published by @inksweatandtears.co.uk for their 12 days of Christmas project. #filmpoem #poetry
Grief is a trail of smudges. #poetry
I couldn't wait ... The first episode featuring Glencoe is superb. As always, intriguing and jaw-dropping finds.
Coin under a sheet of paper. #poetry
I didn't know Simon Armitage has a new series of his 'Shed' podcast up-&-running. Great first episode with Frank Skinner & looking forward to the others 🤗
The light is rising. #poetry
Poem I'm hugging the radiator like an old friend who's turned up out of the blue for a catch up. I'm going to be here a while as no one knows my address, and it's fucking cold. I miss getting letters, like proper handwritten letters, and hugs, I miss the crush of longing on my ribs. Daniel Duggan
I've been tomb cold all day, mainly because I'm still wearing shorts to work in the forest #poetry
I was so delighted to join Dan, James and Andy for this edition of Fish! podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/n...
Sharing this little-read (by me) poem from my @salopress.bsky.social pamphlet Soi-même, in honour of last night's #SuperWolfMoon.
I always want the tree to stay up until the end of my birthday on the 7th, so it looked more tinsel bound while I celebrated 🍾
Poem Too many forests sit alone, with no one to listen when they need an arm around the shoulder during winter. The birds are too busy badmouthing the impenetrability of the frost licked ground to lend an ear, so I'm here in the woods, because I know what happens if people throw a deaf one, and yes, they do make a sound when they fall. They scream as their sap slips into the underland. Daniel Duggan
They scream sap as they fall.
#nature
Hello from deepest Lincolnshire. Happy #smallpoemsunday.
Two spoils. One by me, one by Cavafy (spoils of my Christmas book haul).
The memories are in there, under a thumb pressing, but not releasing the pause button, like a fingerprint cataract. Their old favourite programmes run, circling, poking fun, reminding them that they had fun.
