This Law May be Hazardous to Your Health What if laws were treated like exposures—just like lead or unsafe housing? Daniel Goldberg leads the way in legal epidemiology and public health ethics.

This is a really humbling write-up of my work from @cobioethics.bsky.social but what I want to draw attention to is how excellent the #sci and #public #comms are in explaining key ideas in #LegalEpi and #StigmaStudies #YouShouldntHave #YouReallyShouldntHave

The Done Has Been Did by Dale Tudge Shouldn’t’ve, couldn’t’ve, wouldn’t if I’d known— Oughtn’t’ve, mustn’t’ve, better left alone. Hadn’t ought to’ve tried what shouldn’t have been tried, Needn’t ever have opened what shouldn’t have been pried. Should we? We shouldn’t. Could we? We couldn’t. Would we, if we could’ve? We would’ve— but we shouldn’t’ve— and we wouldn’t. Had I but known what I shouldn’t have had to’ve known, I’d never have had to’ve had to have shown the thing that I did that I shouldn’t have did— (Forgive me; the grammar got lost in the grid.) You oughtn’t. I mustn’t. They couldn’t. We shan’t. There’s nothing we should’ve that now, simply, we can’t. The deed has been didden, the done has been did, The shouldn’t has should’ve, the didn’t has did. We shouldn’t have started this shouldn’t-have song, But having begun, we shouldn’t last long— Yet here we go on, when we oughtn’t persist, Adding shouldn’ts to shouldn’ts to the shouldn’t-have list. -Dale Tudge @daletudgehumor

The little red squigglies stitched into my poem are merely my disagreement with the English language. It tried to apply corrections that it shouldn't have.

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A poem inspired by Toyin Agbetu
I discovered this while watching a documentary about the British Royal family, on the BBC this week.
it's more in praise of what he did rather than what he shouldn't have.

(you) Left Time has dulled the edges. The smell of decay has gone from Rot To Sweet, But you still shouldn't have come. Distance made you forget. Your feet may know the way But your memories have become selective, And you shouldn't have come. There is nothing left worth having, Nothing left worth anything To you. There is no thing, you left here There is no reasoning This is not closure For you. A headstone left for an old heartbreak And half remembered days Better fully abandoned By you.

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Still dealing with loss and change, and choices.
And playing with repetition. Thanks for taking the time to read!

poem by samantha terrell on image of shoes

Thanks, as always, for the prompt, @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk ! Here's a little something for #poemsabout #youshouldnthave Can't wait to read everyone's contributions!

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You shouldn't have

Remembered

That today was a day

You were supposed to forget.

For #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave I am thinking about all the things I shouldn't do.

Warm nods to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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A Dodoitsu - a Japanese syllabic form of poetry, in this poem I use the phrase "You shouldn't have" negatively.

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With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

you shouldn’t have i discover a folder buried under years of carefully organized files called: personal. inside are only pictures— three copies of the same file of my mother’s dog, long dead. not an emergency contact, not old scans of expired passport paperwork, not letters from anyone i’ve lost. i shouldn’t be surprised at the lack of me. proof cuts— a small wrong thing wrapped by my own hands.

For this week's #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave, I'm thinking about gifts as mirrors of the giver.

Thanks to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk. And thank you to
@thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

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The Sparrow Paul Laurence Dunbar is most often introduced as the first successful Afro-American poet, and I guess I’ve just followed form by starting this post that way. That statement is more-or-less true. I’…

As is my wont, rather than adding to the corpus of poetry, I’ll regift this voice of another poet, now sung, Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “The Sparrow” #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poetry #music Here it sung at the link: frankhudson.org/2024/01/12/t...

Poem: With the finest needles, what we could design “Oh, had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I would weave a magic strand Of rainbow design” --Pete Seeger, “Oh, Had I a Golden Thread” (1958) We took a rough pattern, various threads, and scraps of cloth to fashion the body politic, an ever-evolving creature, in need of backstitching and binding for its frayed ends, a bit of darning, too, but nothing compared to shattering glass ceilings and sweeping away the dust. I think of all the brilliant women told they shouldn’t have, yet did— knowing that ripped seams can be restitched, organs replaced, the fabric gathered and eased with a shouted pluck or the tiniest pleated sighs-- all we need are hearts and minds, courage, some golden thread, a rainbow design.

Good morning and Happy Friday! For #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk This one came about from a dVerse prompt of sewing terms, as well as current events. 😉

It's been too long since I've done a #PoemsAbout. Here's my #YouShouldntHave entry. It has a bit or cliché. And, well, comes from something not so happy.

Wrote it just before bed last night.

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Christmas with your mother the tree has tinsel the lights are up the air is thick with broken promises a book, I say thanks, I say a look, you see both wary tip-toeing around the turkey (another dry old bird) heading for the wine (the only way to cope) the day will soon be over (relief as we drive away)

I managed a quick #fridaypoem for this week's #poemsabout #youshouldnthave prompt between meetings! Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk for yet another challenging prompt!

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Between the lines, by Dawn McLachlan "Dear Chris, happy Christmas Love from Dawn" But in the empty gap that yawns I really mean "Are you still there?" Between the lines I say I care and that I know we were never close Our relationship just a courtesy little more than a legacy of love for my godmother who showed me the importance of poetry and the joy of words We both must remember how she laughed and had a joy of life absurd with optimism But at her funeral all those years ago we barely spoke and now our contact just this annual token and in our shared loss we were mute That surely never faded from our hearts and yet Between the lines we say how much we loved her Now, we just have this card once a year And I'm thankful that we had her here once upon a time But I don't say that So it's not what you hear Instead I say again "Dear Chris, happy Christmas. Love from Dawn." Then the year the card came back Via family solicitor, apologies But sorrow lacked and both of us ran out of time No need to read between the lines

Another #fridaypoem for #poemsabout and the #youshouldnthave prompt

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Whatever Arriving here something from here must leave. Whenever a gift accepted another must be stolen. Whatever peak of a hill reached, bottom of a valley must be explored. Whenever what must die lives, another life is forfeit to maintain balance. If dust is cleaned from one surface, It's equal in volume and weight will settle elsewhere. Every debt must be paid, every bill settled. Payment is always due.

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TO MY TOO-CREATIVE SERVICE DOG

My fleece pants get hot,
that's true, yet seeing them rendered
crotchless by your teeth...

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tomorrow’s fish and chip wrappers you bought her silk flowers back when i didn't know there was even such a thing as silk flowers where does a thirteen years old get forty quid from anyway? no way that your mum has that kind of money spare new job at the chippie not just for this no of course not forty quid’s worth of fryer-grease moisturiser and a constant spritz of salt and vinegar aftershave for silk flowers that the girl who never looks at you twice will immediately throw in the bin

Here's my #PoemsAbout effort for this week. Happy to provide a glossary if it's a bit too UK-specific for anyone.

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White and gre-striped striped box with the words of a poem: shouldn’t have you shouldn’t have looked there – sometimes blinkers are kinder you shouldn’t have looked that way – could you blame us for spitting in such a face? you shouldn’t have looked me up – I don’t want to save you from yourself you shouldn’t have looked for the ultimate high – the back of an ambulance is a cold and unfriendly place you shouldn’t have looked to go above and beyond – bare survival can be enough

Morning poets! This week's #PoemsAbout prompt, #YouShouldntHave veered off into a dark place - got to go where the muse takes you, right? Happy Friday. And thanks as ever to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk 💜

Merry Christmases Year one, you blamed the buck’s fizz. Champagne never agreed with you. You were "merry", it was fine; My mother forgave you. Year two, you didn’t come at all. You blamed the Christmas Eve curry, Not the eleven pints of Guinness. But I forgave you. Years three, four, and five came and went in a blur. You ate your meal in the sitting room, Always preferring a liquid lunch. Away from us. Year six, I brought you whisky. It didn’t last the day. And neither did you. That’s when I knew. Year seven, you said you were trying. You should have tried harder To hide the bottles, And the betrayal on your breath. Year eight was bliss. You were gone, and I could breathe. Then came your knock. A gift in your hands. I said you shouldn’t have. And closed the door.

The impish whimsy has definitely been banished this week!!

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OMG! Oh my God! For me? You shouldn’t have You really shouldn’t! Are you sure? You made it all yourself? For me? I shall treasure it The gift that keeps on giving I shall never tire of it Thank you! Of course I shall share it with others With everyone And every time I look at it I shall think of you Of course I shall look after it For as long as I live I shall leave it for my children When I am gone As fresh and new as it is today I know that they will love it Just as much as I do I hope that they will remember me But more than that I hope that they will remember you Above all Oh My God!

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Mini fudge When I return from the counselling room It is perched on my keyboard Between the enter key and the number pad Orange and purple, a tiny sunset on a dark slab How it arrived is a mystery, I push away suspicion and Unwrap. We give babies glucose gel for painful procedures In the doctor’s surgery as a child I held a lollipop. Sugar full,cherry sweet Washing away the needle’s sting. The sticky fudge coats my tongue. I smooth out the wrapper and fold it into a tiny fan. Outside my office, footsteps pad down the corridor

Morning #poemsabout crew! Here’s a poem about an unexpected gift which was not unwelcome to a poet and neonatologist 😊. Published this year by the wonderful @atriumpoetry.bsky.social

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Wanted After All what a gift it is to work to keep this house together. our bedroom with its fallen plaster and broken laths; your slippers gaping at me from the ruined rug. how the rectangle of winter sunlight is an unsent letter we have written to each other — and the under-bed books and the poetry — the little surveys and soundings of the night-self finding that we are, after all, aright and aligned.

An unexpectedly romantic poem for Christmas
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A moody scene of a Christmas tree surrounded by gifts, bathed in soft fairy light against a shadowy navy wall. The room feels quiet but loaded. Branding appears top corners; bottom reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #YOUSHOULDNTHAVE".

Now unwrapping: #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave
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Morning Poets! Bit busy with end of term - so putting out one from my children’s archive! Happy Friday! #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poetry

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REPEAL AND REPLACE shouldn’t have quit smoking and drinking in 2025 should have given up that shit in 1985 other people died in your world you were the fittest survivor eschewing the hoax of Affordable Care when healthy on the outside

no premiums no copays no coverage no doctors no nurses no hospitals in driving distance nobody knew healthcare was so complicated as death becomes your familiar are you pleased with your choices are you happy you voted for Trump

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I will place a reading in the comments. I forgot to get a good single image in this crazy week, so two screenshots.

Gift The world arrives first. No asking. No terms. A weight, named blessing. A burden, named grace. To whom do you return it? God? Nature? History? The nameless? Gifts given without consent cut twice: you cannot refuse them, you cannot accept them. So the mind keeps one indictment only: You gave me what I must carry. Gratitude thins. Light darkens. The sacred torments and tallies. This life. This gift. It bruises. It brands. Cracked open by its weight, we bleed it back. Really- you shouldn't have.

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Just a little something for #PoemsAbout #YouShouldntHave from @thebrokenspine.co.uk with thanks to all.

Around An Aching Core knickknacks from dusty shelves staring at me accusingly once I open the cupboard some random soft cheese you liked long gone mouldy because I prefer a hard loaf to sink my teeth into the world's best jam handwritten label promises yet it came without cherries who are my favourite I smile and say "thank you" always worried about protecting your delicate sensibilities my passions blooming still strange flowers in the shadow of your disinterest

beautiful — yet unnoticed as your world kept shrinking around an aching core while I've outgrown your misplaced affections Matthias Geh

A double exposure of a pink stickers reading: "Minds Of Defiance"

My offering for #poemsabout
#youshouldnthave is a bit longer, so bear with me.

I've also added a companion picture.

Longest workday of the week, so I might read and reply to the other fine work late

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