L. R. Hudgins
@abqmtngirl.bsky.social
Retired librarian. Disabled veteran. Chaser of balloons, waterfalls, and dreams.
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February 2, 2026 at 9:35 PM
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“Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.”
~Edward Thomas.
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.”
~Edward Thomas.
January 14, 2025 at 9:57 AM
“Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.”
~Edward Thomas.
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.”
~Edward Thomas.
I'm not from around here,
At least not a here that
You'd recognize.
I've come from a place
Where language
Forms mountains;
Where legends are born,
And children are hatched
from stories
their grandmothers told.
Ideas rise from earth
Like rhubarb,
To be plucked up
By impatient storytellers.
#vssdaily
At least not a here that
You'd recognize.
I've come from a place
Where language
Forms mountains;
Where legends are born,
And children are hatched
from stories
their grandmothers told.
Ideas rise from earth
Like rhubarb,
To be plucked up
By impatient storytellers.
#vssdaily
January 12, 2026 at 12:08 PM
I'm not from around here,
At least not a here that
You'd recognize.
I've come from a place
Where language
Forms mountains;
Where legends are born,
And children are hatched
from stories
their grandmothers told.
Ideas rise from earth
Like rhubarb,
To be plucked up
By impatient storytellers.
#vssdaily
At least not a here that
You'd recognize.
I've come from a place
Where language
Forms mountains;
Where legends are born,
And children are hatched
from stories
their grandmothers told.
Ideas rise from earth
Like rhubarb,
To be plucked up
By impatient storytellers.
#vssdaily
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January 7, 2026 at 2:03 AM
Oh that's just great 😣
January 2, 2026 at 1:58 PM
Oh that's just great 😣
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New Year bells chime loud
grapes pop like confetti bites
Midnight tastes like hope
#dailyhaikuprompt (grapes)
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#haiku
Happy New Year, everyone! 🎉
grapes pop like confetti bites
Midnight tastes like hope
#dailyhaikuprompt (grapes)
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#haiku
Happy New Year, everyone! 🎉
January 1, 2026 at 10:25 AM
New Year bells chime loud
grapes pop like confetti bites
Midnight tastes like hope
#dailyhaikuprompt (grapes)
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#haiku
Happy New Year, everyone! 🎉
grapes pop like confetti bites
Midnight tastes like hope
#dailyhaikuprompt (grapes)
#5amwritersclub
#writingcommunity
#haiku
Happy New Year, everyone! 🎉
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she’s only gone
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
December 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
she’s only gone
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
and spilled her p o e t r y
all over the place
again
it sticks to our fingers
like summer syrups
sings like nectar
upon the tongue
and we simply cannot
bear to clean it up
we’d rather come
u n d o n e
#poetry
This would be
The line I meant to say
That #brilliant prose,
A syntactic spell
That would endear you to me.
Alas, it was not the line spoken
And, spell broken,
I watched as you walk away,
Shaking your head at
My ineptitude.
Forever admonished,
I hang my head in shame.
#FromOneLine #whistpr
The line I meant to say
That #brilliant prose,
A syntactic spell
That would endear you to me.
Alas, it was not the line spoken
And, spell broken,
I watched as you walk away,
Shaking your head at
My ineptitude.
Forever admonished,
I hang my head in shame.
#FromOneLine #whistpr
December 28, 2025 at 2:07 PM
This would be
The line I meant to say
That #brilliant prose,
A syntactic spell
That would endear you to me.
Alas, it was not the line spoken
And, spell broken,
I watched as you walk away,
Shaking your head at
My ineptitude.
Forever admonished,
I hang my head in shame.
#FromOneLine #whistpr
The line I meant to say
That #brilliant prose,
A syntactic spell
That would endear you to me.
Alas, it was not the line spoken
And, spell broken,
I watched as you walk away,
Shaking your head at
My ineptitude.
Forever admonished,
I hang my head in shame.
#FromOneLine #whistpr
December 26, 2025 at 11:46 AM
I #survive Christmas -
Not by ignoring
The relentless ache
Of holidays past,
But by embracing
Memories of happier times:
The warmth you brought
To every table,
The laughter
That filled your soul.
From the carols sung
To the tinsel hung
Your memory still brings
The merry to my Christmas.
#vss365
Not by ignoring
The relentless ache
Of holidays past,
But by embracing
Memories of happier times:
The warmth you brought
To every table,
The laughter
That filled your soul.
From the carols sung
To the tinsel hung
Your memory still brings
The merry to my Christmas.
#vss365
December 26, 2025 at 11:37 AM
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'Nobody ever asked me what I wanted for Christmas... I did not want to have anything to own, or to possess any object. I wanted, rather, to feel something on Christmas Day.'
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
#BookWormSat
🎨 Emma de Souza
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
#BookWormSat
🎨 Emma de Souza
December 20, 2025 at 3:19 PM
'Nobody ever asked me what I wanted for Christmas... I did not want to have anything to own, or to possess any object. I wanted, rather, to feel something on Christmas Day.'
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
#BookWormSat
🎨 Emma de Souza
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
#BookWormSat
🎨 Emma de Souza
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Ahead of Friday's Krampusnacht, or "Krampus Night," read up on the folklore character who comes primarily from German-speaking regions of Europe and whose main duty as St. Nicholas’s companion is to punish or threaten naughty children while the saint rewards good ones. blogs.loc.gov/folklife/202...
Krampus: Origins and Development of a Winter Devil | Folklife Today
These days, it’s hard to make it through December in the U.S. without encountering Krampus. Hairy, scary, hoofed, and horned, the devilish character is wildly popular from coast to coast. Across the c...
blogs.loc.gov
December 4, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Ahead of Friday's Krampusnacht, or "Krampus Night," read up on the folklore character who comes primarily from German-speaking regions of Europe and whose main duty as St. Nicholas’s companion is to punish or threaten naughty children while the saint rewards good ones. blogs.loc.gov/folklife/202...
Time cracked bauble
Falls from the box
And once-held
Memories of Christmas
Spill onto the linoleum floor.
The light shifts,
And I am once again that child
Who laughed boisterously
Under light-laden trees
And danced under
A falling snow.
The ghosts of Christmas past
Nod their approval.
#BSPP48
Falls from the box
And once-held
Memories of Christmas
Spill onto the linoleum floor.
The light shifts,
And I am once again that child
Who laughed boisterously
Under light-laden trees
And danced under
A falling snow.
The ghosts of Christmas past
Nod their approval.
#BSPP48
December 4, 2025 at 11:04 PM
Time cracked bauble
Falls from the box
And once-held
Memories of Christmas
Spill onto the linoleum floor.
The light shifts,
And I am once again that child
Who laughed boisterously
Under light-laden trees
And danced under
A falling snow.
The ghosts of Christmas past
Nod their approval.
#BSPP48
Falls from the box
And once-held
Memories of Christmas
Spill onto the linoleum floor.
The light shifts,
And I am once again that child
Who laughed boisterously
Under light-laden trees
And danced under
A falling snow.
The ghosts of Christmas past
Nod their approval.
#BSPP48
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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
.
#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
.
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