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Dmitri Gheorgheni
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Editor of the h2g2 Post at h2g2.com. My fiction has been labeled 'poignant and humorous'. https://www.lulu.com/search?contributor=Dmitri+Gheorgheni&page=1&pageSize=10&adult_audience_rating=
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Dmitri Gheorgheni @dmitrigheorgheni.bsky.social · Oct 17
I am happy about the little pictures in my new book. Which you can buy here. www.lulu.com/shop/dmitri-...
Page 179 of the book, which includes a small picture of TJ the cat looking smug while wearing a little Roman helmet.
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when you wear a size 9.5 shoe but the 8.5 was on sale
November 11, 2025 at 9:54 PM
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Tomorrow night, we’re heading to the beautiful Huntingdon Hall in Worcester for another evening of poems and songs.

If you care to join us, here’s where you can get a ticket: worcestertheatres.co.uk/whats-on/bri...
Worcester Theatres
Worcester Theatres is a registered charity, and is the main arts provider in Worcester, operating Huntingdon Hall and the Swan Theatre. The organisation also has a producing arm in the form of the Swa...
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November 11, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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While searching for a photo for today's #prompt word, I stumbled across this appropriate poem from 1945. It appeared in Yank, the Army Weekly, on Sept 28.
The Foreigner They welcomed Hayden back from war, and fed Him horn-pout chowder, muffins, and berry pies. 'He hasn't changed a bit,' the village said - But there was the look of Asia in his eyes. They fussed, ans petted him; they wept again, Telling the neighbors horrors he had known: 'Two years he lived among those naked men Who worship hideous idols carved from stone!' He remembered the Chinese collie, Long Nee Lum, Who fought in the Burmese jungles by his side, The Kachin scouts, and the headsman at Nhpum, And other dark-sinned brothers who had died. How could he make these good folk understand That this, his Maine, was now the alien land? Sergeant Smith Dawless, 1945
November 11, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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#vss365 #measure
Every 11th of November, I think exactly the same thing: Here they go, praising the dead soldiers again. How they gave 'the last full measure of devotion,' and such. They place the little flags besides the 'crosses, row on row, That mark our graves,' and play whatever trumpet call Means 'go to sleep, hero' in their country's musical idiom. And as the sound of the bugle trails off, the exact same thought comes into my head: What bugles sound for the dead who wore no uniform? For the refugee caught in the crossfire? For the woman kneading bread when the stray bullet penetrated her door? For the child running screaming napalm-burned down the road? For the farmer sobbing over the corpse of his last cow? What trumpet calls for them? Just now the voice in my head Reminds me that someday The trumpet will sound For them, too Image: Woman kneeling in the rubble of Vienna, 1945. From Yank, the Army Weekly.
November 11, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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#vss365 #measure #poetry
A measure How do you measure sacrifice? What ratio makes it a worthwhile choice? Buried friends, stolen years A belief in a cause A belief in people An idea of goodness If not perfect in practice. At what point was it worth it? What does it mean when the reason No longer cares about the actions? Thank me for my service? Why? What does it mean in this place?
November 11, 2025 at 1:14 PM
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“There should be a #law.”

“Didn’t need one before. Who would have envisioned the government wanting to starve children, and then appealing to the Supreme Court to let them continue.”

She boxed up another mix of groceries and took it to the next car in line. #vss365
November 9, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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Greetings on Armistice Day. #Nov11
Junco in a bush, snow.
November 11, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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November 10, 2025 at 9:50 PM
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I don't wanna hear 'it's the fault of the internet, there's only dreck and AI slop on there' when I've had 5 views ALL DAY for a perfect nice Youtube of stained glass windows and no talking, just piano music.

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Sitting Quietly in Church #Downpatrick #FBCClarion #Grimsby #Tenby #Bordeaux
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November 10, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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#vss365 #literature
it's a pixellated image of a late-fall afternoon as the sun gets stopped by window-blinds no shadows wash the room (we've got those special lightbulbs that give our blues a scrub ordered online by the score from the toilet-paper store) and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of commodified lives and you read GRR Martin and I Kurt Vonnegut and we argue Oxford commas and crave reader input are our books hobbies or literature? are we poets without listeners prophets out of time in a world that doesn't rhyme? and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of technologized lives yes we speak of things that matter with words that needs be read Should we write in neutral pronouns? Are you sure Elvis is dead? the internet's fragmented and the cheating algorithm acts like a shadow ban we reach the ones we can and our tweeted conversations echo the marginalized sighs of niche-marketed lives Apologies to Simon and Garfunkel and FWR, from whom I borrowed the image.
November 10, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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we're snailposting. post your snails - This one's from Tavaron in Austria. Another snail from the Vienna Woods.
Big brown snail climbing down some rocks like a moving tractor with horns.
November 9, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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#vss365 #law
For an in-depth discussion of this landmark legal decision, see How Many Cats Should You Have in Your Car? at h2g2.com/dna/h2g2/bru...
the laws of man and nature are manifold, we learn: we've evolved a nomenclature to describe each one in turn what's up perforce comes down so says the law of gravity and by the law of averages if you try, you'll win, maybe the law is never reticent: obey it, you'll go far there's even a legal precedent for number of cats in a car. (See State of South Dakota v Fifteen Impounded Cats, Decided June 23, 2010) Image: Kitties in a car by FWR.
November 9, 2025 at 1:15 PM
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This week, the h2g2 Post takes you to the burial place of Patrick, the legendary castle of King Arthur, and. . . Main Street, Hooverville. A parade, ancient ruins, and the Mull of Kintyre. From artefacts to seasonal beauty, we've got lots to see. Find it all at h2g2.com/entry/A8807456
This week's title is Colours of the World. Clockwise from upper left: A black cat standing on a stump next to a fence, a bright red rose on a trellis, the Mull of Kintyre, a skyblue corner shop advertising ice cream, a yellow leaf and white mushroom, a cross, a gate, and mountains in the distance at Downpatrick, balloons in the sunset over the Colossi of Memnon in Egypt, a ferocious Green Goblin mask in somebody's living room, a grey-striped cat looking to one side, an assortment of mushrooms, a line of surf on a beach touching a suspicious-looking piece of metal sticking out of the sand, a stained-glass window of Saint Patrick holding a shamrock, and a very tall mascot in a yellow eagle costume with a blue jacket.
November 9, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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The English #language has some strange words.’

‘Tell me about it.’

‘Take the word - Queue - for instance.’

‘What’s so strange about that.’

‘It’s a word, but like, it’s really just the letter Q, with a bunch of other letters following behind it.’

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November 8, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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#vss365 #language
I'm of two minds about that Garfield miniseries. On the one hand, the acting was superb. Ditto the costumes. The makeup artists were at the top of their game: the actors looked exactly like their 1881 counterparts. Budapest mostly worked, though it was too fancy for the White House, which had wooden plumbing back then. And a rat problem. But the language in that series was horrendous. Oh, dry up. You're just old and didn't like the cussing. Not a bit of it. Those politicians could and should curse voluminously. But they shouldn't cuss in twenty-first century. James G Blaine never told anybody to stfu. He had much more imagination than that - and probably said it in French. I wanted them to say things they would have said, like 'sockdologizing old man-trap'. Those people weren't speaking ancient Greek. The audience could have understood their natural idiom. (Sarcastically) It's called 'artistic license', dumbo. (Snorts) It is not. It's called 'cultural appropriation' and 'erasure'. May the ghost of Lucretia Garfield haunt that scriptwriters for the words they put in her mouth. Image: Garfield on his deathbed with his wife Lucretia. Project Gutenberg.
November 8, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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10 seconds of the currently favorite group of feeders. Kind of a wide shot but six feeders. 🪶
November 7, 2025 at 8:48 PM
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Poetry News →

JANE HIRSHFIELD and novelist David James Duncan are reading to celebrate Emergence Magazine’s new annual issue.

Point Reyes Books, Dance Palace, 503 B St., Point Reyes Stations, CA 94956.

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#PoetryNews #PoetrySky
November 7, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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#vss365 #history
if you had a time machine - just suppose - & you could pick anywhere in all of history to be in - where(when) would you go? me, I'd pick the bank of the Hudson the day before some idiot tried out his new steamboat a beach on the Aegean on an afternoon when the horizon was free from galleys the rolling countryside outside Gettysburg anytime before eighteen-sixty-three maybe go and ask old Mr Burns if he wanted to go fishing movers and shakers and headline makers, please be aware: if you think you've got the best of it you're wrong: real life is lived in the spaces between historical events. Image: A pigeon perching atop a statue of an eagle. Courtesy of FWR.
November 7, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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Beyond mapless what is geography? Is it you and me? Does it have a place to stay when no one knows where it is? I suppose every walk home can be in a rain. Is every turn towards morning telling us to Hope again. Yes, every fucking time, so write to understand this breath is home and beloved. #vss365
November 6, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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#vss365 #geography
I am an American. Our ignorance of geography is legendary, but I can find Europe on a map. I used to live there. Me, I have no sense of direction. I can get lost in Philadelphia. I used to live there, too. It is laid out on a North-South grid. I still don't know where I am when I emerge from the subway. Point me in the direction of Arch Street Meetinghouse, please. I survive by looking stuff up. When I moved to Bonn, my dad said, 'You land in Luxemburg and take the train south. . . ' 'No, Dad, north.' 'South.' 'North.' (Repeat a few times.) Dad, exasperated: 'I was there in the war!' Me, showing him the map: 'North.' My mother: 'They moved it, dear.' This is a map of the world for some people in 43 CE. The moral: Don't get cocky. Knowledge is relative. Image: Library of Congress
November 6, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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#vss365 #famous
Angel Behind Desk: Welcome to the Afterlife, Mr, er...ah, Vanderfeller. Welcome. Shuffles papers. Vanderfeller: You should know me. I'm very famous. Angel, interested: Famous? For what, exactly? Vanderfeller: I was a Captain of Industry! And my investments made millions! I was the richest man on Earth in my time. I'm assuming you have a VIP lounge here? Angel, drily: We do. But it's full of hairy prophets at the moment. Not your sort, I imagine. Actually, though, we have a job for you. Vanderfeller, smugly: I thought so. Place needs a bit of managing, does it? Angel: Not exactly. You see, your lot managed the last reality run-through so badly that three-quarters of the people on your planet didn't get a chance to live at all. Vanderfeller: That's not my fault. Angel, shortly: Actually, it is. So you're going to help us fix it. Vanderfeller: I refuse. I earned my privileges fair and square. Angel, dismissively: It's not up to you. You are going to go back there and live your life as a placeholder while we let all the others have their turn. You just go through the motions. It's easy, once you get the hang of it. Chuckles. Just be yourself. Of course, they'll see through you and laugh at you. But why should you care about that? About the 5th time through, you'll have all the dialogue memorized. Vanderfeller: But I had plans! I wanted a jacuzzi! On a cloud! I want to speak to the manager! Angel, pressing button: Mildred, call the Recycling Squad for this one. I'm going to lunch. Angel, to self: What part of 'the meek shall inherit the Earth' don't they get? Image: Heaven as a shabby club in a run-down strip mall. By Carol M Highsmith.
November 5, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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Galaxy Babe went to Belfast. You know what that means - the Titanic Museum. Amazing photos to check out this week if you aren't scared of heights. h2g2.com/dna/h2g2/bru...
Facade of the huge Titanic Museum in Belfast, which looks like the ship's prow and makes you hear that music in your head. No, not that song - the 'isn't the boat impressive?' one. Interior view of the museum from the top of the top escalator looking down. It's a lovely study in glass, chrome, criss-crossing escalators, and a giant compass on the floor, but it might make you dizzy. On the other hand, you might want to yell something about being king of the world. We recommend you don't. There are bound to be security guards.
November 5, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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#vss365 #education
where do you list your education he asked flipping through the resume last page I said he stared at the list which to me was an itinerary of past moments of enlightenment: the weirdly convoluted inwardness of the Asamkirche the odd beauty of Romanesque the frivolous awe of petting a cat while it rubbed against an ancient Greek pillar as if to say take that Pericles a spooky night in the Carpathians who knew dorms could be haunted well they knew in Pittsburgh too and in St Louis half the world away I got half an associate-of-arts degree while teaching languages on the radio in North Carolina what do you want from me I follow my nose and learn what I can we'll let you know he said Image: Rossi the cat, who travelled wide with his friend and photographer Angel LiaDan and who has now gone over the Rainbow Bridge. May he find new adventures over there.
November 4, 2025 at 4:21 PM
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#vss365 #domestic
the main problem with religions is not that they force humans to confront uncomfortable truths: 'you need to love your neighbour' 'but I don't wanna' end of story it's that no matter how startling the sidereal and moral insights of their founders every religion soon devolves into an endless soap opera about the domestic arrangements of the denizens of heaven Image: Two dudes in a chariot pulled by a lion and a wild boar, who don't look happy about it. You don't want to know what this is about. Gutenberg Project.
November 3, 2025 at 3:29 PM
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#birds #cursing
Твою мать (You didn't say it had to be in English. This is a multilingual bluejay.)
Angry bluejay on a branch.
November 2, 2025 at 3:14 PM