Overjoyed to share that I have a new poem in @sageciggs.bsky.social! Huge thanks to the editors for selecting my work! 💜🖤 Read the full poem here:
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Overjoyed to share that I have a new poem in @sageciggs.bsky.social! Huge thanks to the editors for selecting my work! 💜🖤 Read the full poem here:
sagecigarettes.com/on-hearing-b...
Not every return is easy. Some are necessary.
#PoemsAbout is one of those.
Be in the room.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return
Before A Modest Flock Of Endangered Monks Something hypnotising about these cowled-dodos plainly singing, using a key only they were given: I felt their prey. Julian Cason
Hullo @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and to fab 18 word #fragmentsfriday
#poetry
Hello @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social Here's my #micropoem for #fragmentsfriday
Grateful to have a new poem published in @stonecirclereview.bsky.social ❄️
stonecirclereview.com/winter-on/
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
An honourable mention this week on #fragmentsfriday for @helenlaycock.bsky.social
who was the judge’s fourth favourite poem. 🥂
Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social ‘s older sister Emma for choosing this week 🙏
Always interesting to see how “cosmic” gets interpreted.
If it sparks something in you, follow it through.
We’re currently open for #Firmament #Slimline — poems that sit with scale, silence, and everything that resists easy language.
No rush. Just depth.
Thank you so much, @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social! I’m genuinely surprised and really honoured. This means a lot❤️
We’re not looking for description.
We’re looking for inquiry.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky
Hello @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social Here's my #micropoem for #fragmentsfriday
This one sits apart.
#Firmament isn’t leaving the world — it’s asking what frames it.
Bring us work with scale, control, and intent.
#Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky
A night sky filled with stars stretches above a dark mountain range. The foreground is in deep shadow, with silhouettes of trees and parked caravans faintly visible. A soft glow from a small building sits low in the scene. The Broken Spine logo, shaped like a black fountain pen nib, appears in the top left. "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" is written in white at the top right. Bold white text at the bottom reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #EDGEOFKNOWING".
#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing starts Friday. Write the moment before understanding slips. Where meaning thins. Where certainty doesn’t hold. Draft now. Share from Friday. Tag your post. Use Alt Text.
Revisiting my two poetry collections from @animalheartpress.bsky.social and @icefloepress.bsky.social! Still so thankful they believed in these poems! 🩷🩵🩵
A black-and-white photograph of seabirds flying above a calm sea. Gentle waves roll toward the shore beneath a pale sky. In the centre of the image, handwritten-style text reads “#LIFTTOTHESKY,” with “@thebrokenspine.co.uk” beneath it. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top right corner.
#LiftToTheSky is a reminder that reading is relational.
Lift the work that moved you, not the work that flatters you.
Revisiting my two poetry collections from @animalheartpress.bsky.social and @icefloepress.bsky.social! Still so thankful they believed in these poems! 🩷🩵🩵
Submissions are open.
#Firmament is looking for poetry that reaches beyond the immediate — into scale, silence, and the unknown.
This is not escape. It’s perspective.
#Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky
True Realty I would distraught and violence at your absence, be all of the capables: non, in, and un but not hysteria for a never ever arrival, life was gruntled then dokey and hokey-ly intact. Yet should you dying, die, or death I too am disappearance, we both must both comprehension of that. Words sometimes need benting, re-rawing, to conduct the true power of facts. Julian Cason
Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and to #smallpoemsunday #poetry
Thanks for hosting Tom, have a great Easter’
What happens to the self at cosmic scale?
#Firmament wants poems that ask difficult questions — and don’t rush the answer.
#Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky
2nd place on #fragmentsfriday Dorian Nightingale 🥈
Who also happens to the author of our book of the month! #poetry #writing
1st place on #fragmentsfriday Ryan Hooper’s ‘What slips’ 🥇 🏆
‘the wintered marble rolls away from arthritic fire’ ❄️ 🔥
Wow!
Black-and-white graphic of a vintage typewriter seen from above. Torn paper strips sit in the typewriter reading “£1200 RAISED” and “WIN CASH” in bold lettering. Below, the hashtags “#TheBrokenSpineAward” and “#ByPoetsForPoets” are printed. The overall style is gritty, high-contrast, and zine-like.
Our prize matters as much as any other poetry prize.
Which is to say: it doesn’t.
But it was built honestly and together — and that’s enough.
#TheBrokenSpineAward #ByPoetsForPoets #PoemsAbout #LiftToTheSky
Voyager The fingertip we cut and threw; that last look back, pale blue dot: our single shared suspended tear. Julian Cason
Hullo @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for #fragmentsfriday 18 word challenge.
Need some fresh reading for the spring? Check out Regine Ebner's 'Mountains that See in the Dark', set in Arizona.
www.blackboughpoetry.com/regine-ebner-s-collection
#poetry #writing #books
Hi @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social👋 Here's my poem for #fragmentsfriday
On the Hanger
Home: an empty hanger
until he’s here—
an amber cardigan,
every pearl button fastened.
Made in Mexborough A hidden river runs through their earth words, a horse whinnying, snorting visions bolt after them, it starts more or less solid word chemicals – bubbling, fuming, multi-col oured, becoming clearer on the page, pits and potteries subside into the flow, bulls and crows hulk and gnaw as river shifts in their veins that bend to write what they know.
Word clay spins on the goddess watered wheel of their insights as their hands shape the day. Hard, dull, high quality, steams words between softer, brighter ones work their way. Massingham, Hughes, Eley, Beal and Parks craft Don and Dearned liquid turned, mined, image graft. Paul Brookes
In delirium that this poem is featured on the Doncaster heritage site alongside such talent: