L. R. Hudgins
@abqmtngirl.bsky.social
Retired librarian. Disabled veteran. Chaser of balloons, waterfalls, and dreams.
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Welcome to our three-part series on book rebinding, where Library of Congress advanced book conservation interns Brittany and Devon will take you through all the steps of rebinding a book from the Library's Thomas Jefferson Library Collection. Stay tuned for parts two and three!
November 21, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Welcome to our three-part series on book rebinding, where Library of Congress advanced book conservation interns Brittany and Devon will take you through all the steps of rebinding a book from the Library's Thomas Jefferson Library Collection. Stay tuned for parts two and three!
November 5, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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a soldier cries out
"Where's my sweet nightingale, my love?"
nearby crickets weep with tears
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#oddlyme
old prompt #vssdaily #nightingale
#poetry #micropoetry
a soldier cries out
"Where's my sweet nightingale, my love?"
nearby crickets weep with tears
.
#oddlyme
old prompt #vssdaily #nightingale
#poetry #micropoetry
November 5, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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a soldier cries out
"Where's my sweet nightingale, my love?"
nearby crickets weep with tears
.
#oddlyme
old prompt #vssdaily #nightingale
#poetry #micropoetry
a soldier cries out
"Where's my sweet nightingale, my love?"
nearby crickets weep with tears
.
#oddlyme
old prompt #vssdaily #nightingale
#poetry #micropoetry
November 4, 2025 at 2:08 AM
November 4, 2025 at 2:04 AM
In the wee hours
When the house is quiet,
My crepuscular brain
Starts to do
Its nightly zoomies,
Those mental calisthenics
That are often accompanied
By shame, guilt, and
The crippling remorse
That lives in the shadows.
I have come to
Loathe the creature
That dwells in the dark.
#vss365
When the house is quiet,
My crepuscular brain
Starts to do
Its nightly zoomies,
Those mental calisthenics
That are often accompanied
By shame, guilt, and
The crippling remorse
That lives in the shadows.
I have come to
Loathe the creature
That dwells in the dark.
#vss365
November 2, 2025 at 10:35 AM
In the wee hours
When the house is quiet,
My crepuscular brain
Starts to do
Its nightly zoomies,
Those mental calisthenics
That are often accompanied
By shame, guilt, and
The crippling remorse
That lives in the shadows.
I have come to
Loathe the creature
That dwells in the dark.
#vss365
When the house is quiet,
My crepuscular brain
Starts to do
Its nightly zoomies,
Those mental calisthenics
That are often accompanied
By shame, guilt, and
The crippling remorse
That lives in the shadows.
I have come to
Loathe the creature
That dwells in the dark.
#vss365
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Perhaps it is an experiment.
Perhaps a curious god
has chosen us to undergo
trials and tribulations
Weather
Famine
Political turmoil
Hatred
Bigotry
Chaos
Perhaps they are doing this
To test our mettle;
Perhaps we will falter.
Perhaps we shall fail
altogether.
What then?
#vss365
Perhaps a curious god
has chosen us to undergo
trials and tribulations
Weather
Famine
Political turmoil
Hatred
Bigotry
Chaos
Perhaps they are doing this
To test our mettle;
Perhaps we will falter.
Perhaps we shall fail
altogether.
What then?
#vss365
October 28, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Perhaps it is an experiment.
Perhaps a curious god
has chosen us to undergo
trials and tribulations
Weather
Famine
Political turmoil
Hatred
Bigotry
Chaos
Perhaps they are doing this
To test our mettle;
Perhaps we will falter.
Perhaps we shall fail
altogether.
What then?
#vss365
Perhaps a curious god
has chosen us to undergo
trials and tribulations
Weather
Famine
Political turmoil
Hatred
Bigotry
Chaos
Perhaps they are doing this
To test our mettle;
Perhaps we will falter.
Perhaps we shall fail
altogether.
What then?
#vss365
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Rain smells like memory
curling on the tongue
of a wooden chair,
its damp sighs
licking the corners
of an empty room.
#BlueSkyPoetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem
curling on the tongue
of a wooden chair,
its damp sighs
licking the corners
of an empty room.
#BlueSkyPoetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem
October 24, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Rain smells like memory
curling on the tongue
of a wooden chair,
its damp sighs
licking the corners
of an empty room.
#BlueSkyPoetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem
curling on the tongue
of a wooden chair,
its damp sighs
licking the corners
of an empty room.
#BlueSkyPoetry #amwriting #writingcommunity #SkyPoet #SkyPoem #poetry #poem
On highways and byways,
Ghost bikes hold their vigil;
Two wheeled skeletons
with unseen riders
Decorated with flowers and bittersweet memories.
Intermingled with descansos
and roadside crosses,
They are a reminder
That speed comes as a thief
To steal those we love
#whistpr
#penstricjen
#vss365
Ghost bikes hold their vigil;
Two wheeled skeletons
with unseen riders
Decorated with flowers and bittersweet memories.
Intermingled with descansos
and roadside crosses,
They are a reminder
That speed comes as a thief
To steal those we love
#whistpr
#penstricjen
#vss365
October 24, 2025 at 5:23 PM
On highways and byways,
Ghost bikes hold their vigil;
Two wheeled skeletons
with unseen riders
Decorated with flowers and bittersweet memories.
Intermingled with descansos
and roadside crosses,
They are a reminder
That speed comes as a thief
To steal those we love
#whistpr
#penstricjen
#vss365
Ghost bikes hold their vigil;
Two wheeled skeletons
with unseen riders
Decorated with flowers and bittersweet memories.
Intermingled with descansos
and roadside crosses,
They are a reminder
That speed comes as a thief
To steal those we love
#whistpr
#penstricjen
#vss365
Sometimes,
when I venture out
into the world,
I feel like a Martian;
When I open my mouth,
Words comes out gibberish
And people look at me
Like I'm some sort of freak
I'm really not;
It's just that my mind goes
To places that
they'll never understand.
And my heart bleeds
rust and honey
#Vss365
when I venture out
into the world,
I feel like a Martian;
When I open my mouth,
Words comes out gibberish
And people look at me
Like I'm some sort of freak
I'm really not;
It's just that my mind goes
To places that
they'll never understand.
And my heart bleeds
rust and honey
#Vss365
October 24, 2025 at 5:00 PM
Sometimes,
when I venture out
into the world,
I feel like a Martian;
When I open my mouth,
Words comes out gibberish
And people look at me
Like I'm some sort of freak
I'm really not;
It's just that my mind goes
To places that
they'll never understand.
And my heart bleeds
rust and honey
#Vss365
when I venture out
into the world,
I feel like a Martian;
When I open my mouth,
Words comes out gibberish
And people look at me
Like I'm some sort of freak
I'm really not;
It's just that my mind goes
To places that
they'll never understand.
And my heart bleeds
rust and honey
#Vss365
October 22, 2025 at 11:47 AM
They call themselves
Downwinders
Survivors of atomic bombs
From Socorro to Alamogordo
The victims of
Government wrongs.
Families, upon waking
Saw a brilliant flash of light
They heard the sonic yawp
Saw a dozen crows take flight
In the distance a lone coyote
Wept into the night.
#vss365
Downwinders
Survivors of atomic bombs
From Socorro to Alamogordo
The victims of
Government wrongs.
Families, upon waking
Saw a brilliant flash of light
They heard the sonic yawp
Saw a dozen crows take flight
In the distance a lone coyote
Wept into the night.
#vss365
October 20, 2025 at 11:07 AM
They call themselves
Downwinders
Survivors of atomic bombs
From Socorro to Alamogordo
The victims of
Government wrongs.
Families, upon waking
Saw a brilliant flash of light
They heard the sonic yawp
Saw a dozen crows take flight
In the distance a lone coyote
Wept into the night.
#vss365
Downwinders
Survivors of atomic bombs
From Socorro to Alamogordo
The victims of
Government wrongs.
Families, upon waking
Saw a brilliant flash of light
They heard the sonic yawp
Saw a dozen crows take flight
In the distance a lone coyote
Wept into the night.
#vss365
Chill in the night air
Autumn winds rustle dead leaves
Barn owls hunt for mice
#OneLineOctober
#haikufeels
Autumn winds rustle dead leaves
Barn owls hunt for mice
#OneLineOctober
#haikufeels
October 20, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Chill in the night air
Autumn winds rustle dead leaves
Barn owls hunt for mice
#OneLineOctober
#haikufeels
Autumn winds rustle dead leaves
Barn owls hunt for mice
#OneLineOctober
#haikufeels
My fingers hover
Over time worn keys
My heart begins to stutter
"You need to finish,"
I tell myself.
In the next room,
the cat starts to mutter.
Just two little words
Then it's done;
But wait: there's
another scene!
I type "THE END"
And hit return.
My inner critic screams.
#vss365
Over time worn keys
My heart begins to stutter
"You need to finish,"
I tell myself.
In the next room,
the cat starts to mutter.
Just two little words
Then it's done;
But wait: there's
another scene!
I type "THE END"
And hit return.
My inner critic screams.
#vss365
October 19, 2025 at 8:10 PM
My fingers hover
Over time worn keys
My heart begins to stutter
"You need to finish,"
I tell myself.
In the next room,
the cat starts to mutter.
Just two little words
Then it's done;
But wait: there's
another scene!
I type "THE END"
And hit return.
My inner critic screams.
#vss365
Over time worn keys
My heart begins to stutter
"You need to finish,"
I tell myself.
In the next room,
the cat starts to mutter.
Just two little words
Then it's done;
But wait: there's
another scene!
I type "THE END"
And hit return.
My inner critic screams.
#vss365
October 13, 2025 at 3:29 PM
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Every day the muscles in my legs tell me
they are #inadequate, they are not up to the task.
Every day I tell them they will learn, they will
grow, they will remember how it feels
to fly
#emoetry
they are #inadequate, they are not up to the task.
Every day I tell them they will learn, they will
grow, they will remember how it feels
to fly
#emoetry
October 13, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Every day the muscles in my legs tell me
they are #inadequate, they are not up to the task.
Every day I tell them they will learn, they will
grow, they will remember how it feels
to fly
#emoetry
they are #inadequate, they are not up to the task.
Every day I tell them they will learn, they will
grow, they will remember how it feels
to fly
#emoetry
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Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.
By---
R. Buckminster Fuller
By---
R. Buckminster Fuller
October 13, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Ninety-nine percent of who you are is invisible and untouchable.
By---
R. Buckminster Fuller
By---
R. Buckminster Fuller
Skies blur with color
Birds gather on power lines
To get the best view
#haiku #vss365
Photo: birdfact.com
Birds gather on power lines
To get the best view
#haiku #vss365
Photo: birdfact.com
October 5, 2025 at 6:42 PM
Skies blur with color
Birds gather on power lines
To get the best view
#haiku #vss365
Photo: birdfact.com
Birds gather on power lines
To get the best view
#haiku #vss365
Photo: birdfact.com
October 4, 2025 at 10:19 AM
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Reposted by L. R. Hudgins
Once more, due to popular demand, we share Rosa Parks’ pancake recipe in honor of 🥞 #NationalPancakeDay. Jotted down on an envelope, it came to the Library with the rest of her papers, a gift made possible by the generosity of the Howard G. Buffett Foundation in 2016. www.loc.gov/collections/...
September 26, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Once more, due to popular demand, we share Rosa Parks’ pancake recipe in honor of 🥞 #NationalPancakeDay. Jotted down on an envelope, it came to the Library with the rest of her papers, a gift made possible by the generosity of the Howard G. Buffett Foundation in 2016. www.loc.gov/collections/...
I chanced upon
a darkened trail,
My worries to escape;
The trees they formed
a shrouded veil
That tugged upon my cape.
I stumbled on a jutting root
And let out a sonorous yawp
As balance gave way
to gravity
And I to my knees did drop.
I was a vision going home
As upon one foot I hopped.
#vss365
a darkened trail,
My worries to escape;
The trees they formed
a shrouded veil
That tugged upon my cape.
I stumbled on a jutting root
And let out a sonorous yawp
As balance gave way
to gravity
And I to my knees did drop.
I was a vision going home
As upon one foot I hopped.
#vss365
September 26, 2025 at 12:35 PM
I chanced upon
a darkened trail,
My worries to escape;
The trees they formed
a shrouded veil
That tugged upon my cape.
I stumbled on a jutting root
And let out a sonorous yawp
As balance gave way
to gravity
And I to my knees did drop.
I was a vision going home
As upon one foot I hopped.
#vss365
a darkened trail,
My worries to escape;
The trees they formed
a shrouded veil
That tugged upon my cape.
I stumbled on a jutting root
And let out a sonorous yawp
As balance gave way
to gravity
And I to my knees did drop.
I was a vision going home
As upon one foot I hopped.
#vss365
Your grave reminds me;
Life was only bearable
Because I knew you.
#Dailyhaikuprompt #vss365
Photo:
Our Lady of Sorrows
Albuquerque
Life was only bearable
Because I knew you.
#Dailyhaikuprompt #vss365
Photo:
Our Lady of Sorrows
Albuquerque
September 10, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Your grave reminds me;
Life was only bearable
Because I knew you.
#Dailyhaikuprompt #vss365
Photo:
Our Lady of Sorrows
Albuquerque
Life was only bearable
Because I knew you.
#Dailyhaikuprompt #vss365
Photo:
Our Lady of Sorrows
Albuquerque