Mark Connors
@markconnors.bsky.social
A widely published poet, novelist and creative writing tutor, based near Skipton. Co-managing editor of Yaffle Press and Yaffle's Nest. Running and music take up much of my spare time. Website: www.markconnors.co.uk.
365 Tiny Tales
Day 21
Glendalough
He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss
Day 21
Glendalough
He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss
January 27, 2025 at 3:28 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 21
Glendalough
He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss
Day 21
Glendalough
He assumed the Perth suburb would have some vague affinity with its Irish County Wicklow namesake but it was full of car showrooms and americanised retail parks. Still, it was the place to come for a new kitchen so there was that. And burgers. #365tinytales #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Day 20
WA Summer Watch
I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales
WA SUMMER WATCH
Day 20
WA Summer Watch
I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales
WA SUMMER WATCH
January 23, 2025 at 3:11 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 20
WA Summer Watch
I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales
WA SUMMER WATCH
Day 20
WA Summer Watch
I spot him, his shaved, peached head bobbing up and down in the snake riddled roadside bush above Jindee Beach, with no reason to be there but personal business, whether that be nature calling or some specific death wish. #365tinytales
WA SUMMER WATCH
365 Tiny Tales
Day 19
Don't Judge Me
I've locked myself in the bathroom. The four kids are looping on an argument about screen time. It takes them forty-five minutes to realise I've been here too long for a bath. They start to scream MUM one by one. It culminates in a bellow from my eldest son.
Day 19
Don't Judge Me
I've locked myself in the bathroom. The four kids are looping on an argument about screen time. It takes them forty-five minutes to realise I've been here too long for a bath. They start to scream MUM one by one. It culminates in a bellow from my eldest son.
January 22, 2025 at 11:06 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 19
Don't Judge Me
I've locked myself in the bathroom. The four kids are looping on an argument about screen time. It takes them forty-five minutes to realise I've been here too long for a bath. They start to scream MUM one by one. It culminates in a bellow from my eldest son.
Day 19
Don't Judge Me
I've locked myself in the bathroom. The four kids are looping on an argument about screen time. It takes them forty-five minutes to realise I've been here too long for a bath. They start to scream MUM one by one. It culminates in a bellow from my eldest son.
365 Tiny Tales
Day 19
Before
Dont look behind the screens that promise you an ideal life:
walks to pristine beaches, shady tree-lined streets. This is what your village looked last year: dust, scrub and bush, riddled with snakes who crave this searing sun tp warm their cold blood. #tinytales #vss
Day 19
Before
Dont look behind the screens that promise you an ideal life:
walks to pristine beaches, shady tree-lined streets. This is what your village looked last year: dust, scrub and bush, riddled with snakes who crave this searing sun tp warm their cold blood. #tinytales #vss
January 21, 2025 at 9:26 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 19
Before
Dont look behind the screens that promise you an ideal life:
walks to pristine beaches, shady tree-lined streets. This is what your village looked last year: dust, scrub and bush, riddled with snakes who crave this searing sun tp warm their cold blood. #tinytales #vss
Day 19
Before
Dont look behind the screens that promise you an ideal life:
walks to pristine beaches, shady tree-lined streets. This is what your village looked last year: dust, scrub and bush, riddled with snakes who crave this searing sun tp warm their cold blood. #tinytales #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Day 18
Bigger
Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss
Day 18
Bigger
Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss
January 21, 2025 at 9:33 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 18
Bigger
Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss
Day 18
Bigger
Everything is bigger in Australia: the snakes, the bats, the spiders, magpies that swoop down to try and kill you, dragon flies the size of Tonka toys, the unrestrained egos of its cricket players. #365tinytales #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Day 17
Oblivious Brief Encounter
He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss
Day 17
Oblivious Brief Encounter
He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss
January 21, 2025 at 9:19 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 17
Oblivious Brief Encounter
He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss
Day 17
Oblivious Brief Encounter
He loved giving his daughter her first fishing lesson at Eden Beach a week after arriving in Western Australia, blissfully unaware of the brown western snake inching gently by. #365tinytales #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Day 16
Alkimos Crow
Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia.
#365tinytales #vss
Day 16
Alkimos Crow
Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia.
#365tinytales #vss
January 19, 2025 at 2:27 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 16
Alkimos Crow
Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia.
#365tinytales #vss
Day 16
Alkimos Crow
Even the crows sound Australian; a simple morning caw, full of mocking scorn, reserved for ashes banter; the spirit of Shane Warne alive and well here in Western Australia.
#365tinytales #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Yesterday's News
I see a message on messenger from my brother the moment I sit down on a nice warm toilet seat for my first pee of the day, a pleasure marred only by a tsunami warning after an earthquake in South West Japan. I google it. No one was hurt. The warning was dropped
Yesterday's News
I see a message on messenger from my brother the moment I sit down on a nice warm toilet seat for my first pee of the day, a pleasure marred only by a tsunami warning after an earthquake in South West Japan. I google it. No one was hurt. The warning was dropped
January 15, 2025 at 8:43 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Yesterday's News
I see a message on messenger from my brother the moment I sit down on a nice warm toilet seat for my first pee of the day, a pleasure marred only by a tsunami warning after an earthquake in South West Japan. I google it. No one was hurt. The warning was dropped
Yesterday's News
I see a message on messenger from my brother the moment I sit down on a nice warm toilet seat for my first pee of the day, a pleasure marred only by a tsunami warning after an earthquake in South West Japan. I google it. No one was hurt. The warning was dropped
365 Tiny Tales
Lawson
He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss
Lawson
He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss
January 15, 2025 at 12:36 AM
365 Tiny Tales
Lawson
He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss
Lawson
He buys curry bread from Lawson, his go to convenience store in Arashiyama. Think jam donut with curry, not jam. Think an unthinkable spike in his blood sugar. Think about the fucks he doesn't give when carbs taste this good. #365tinytales ##blueskystories #vss
365 Tiny Tales
Day 13
Shinkanzen window
There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss
Day 13
Shinkanzen window
There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss
January 13, 2025 at 10:58 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 13
Shinkanzen window
There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss
Day 13
Shinkanzen window
There's snow on the ground south of Nagoya. He thinks of the snow back home, how he's in no rush to go back. But he will soon start to miss his cats. Now, He feels time stretch away in front of him, like the railway tracks to Kyoto. #365tinytales #vss
Day 12
Tokyo Sunday
He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales
Tokyo Sunday
He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales
January 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
Day 12
Tokyo Sunday
He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales
Tokyo Sunday
He stops running to watch a little league baseball game on a thread-bare sports field on the fringes of Adatchi City. Number 22, about the same modest height he was at his age, strikes a good pitch perfectly, and runs towards first base. #365tinytales
365 Tiny Tales
Day 11
Second Hand Tokyo
He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales
Day 11
Second Hand Tokyo
He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales
January 11, 2025 at 1:04 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Day 11
Second Hand Tokyo
He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales
Day 11
Second Hand Tokyo
He entered the smoking room in Asakusa, inhaled the putrid emissions of the four men filling it with fumes and then went back out into the bright blue air, realising he wasn't missing it half as much as he thought he was. #365tinytales
Day 10
Pill Fatigue
He's so tired of forgetting if he's already popped his four daily pills. She buys him a special box so he can keep track but using it reminds him how much he needs such things these days, so he won't, not that he's stubborn or anything.
#365tinytales #vss #blueskystories
January 9, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Day 10
Pill Fatigue
He's so tired of forgetting if he's already popped his four daily pills. She buys him a special box so he can keep track but using it reminds him how much he needs such things these days, so he won't, not that he's stubborn or anything.
#365tinytales #vss #blueskystories
365 Tiny Tales
Tokyo Blues
He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss
Tokyo Blues
He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss
January 9, 2025 at 5:43 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Tokyo Blues
He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss
Tokyo Blues
He watches a red kite circling blue sky above Sumida River, like he does above Leeds. He's not homesick, but reminded that distance is sometimes an illusion. Familar raptors follow him, watching, content and smug in their artful yet ordinary symbolism. #365tinytales #Vss
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
January 9, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
January 9, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Run
She runs by the Simida River, as she's done every day since he passed. She stops mid-stride to watch two love birds gazing at shining water, remembering how they'd always leaned on each other, and how leaning on each other was far more than a metaphor. #365tinytales #VSS
365 Tiny Tales
Winter in Chuo Ward
He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories
Winter in Chuo Ward
He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories
January 7, 2025 at 8:53 PM
365 Tiny Tales
Winter in Chuo Ward
He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories
Winter in Chuo Ward
He longs for snow to come in the cold and late small hours. He wants to watch Dontonbori's neon mania play out above the untrodden black light of Shisaibashi Street before tomorrow's Instawarriors come and turn it all to grey slush. #365tinytales #blueskystories
365 Tiny Tales
365 Tiny Tales
Day 6
Nameless
They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.'
#365tinytales #dailyblueskystories
365 Tiny Tales
Day 6
Nameless
They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.'
#365tinytales #dailyblueskystories
January 6, 2025 at 8:29 AM
365 Tiny Tales
365 Tiny Tales
Day 6
Nameless
They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.'
#365tinytales #dailyblueskystories
365 Tiny Tales
Day 6
Nameless
They've agreed he will call her 'love' from now on, not that he'll remember. She hates it but it beats watching him dredge his memory for 'Linda.'
#365tinytales #dailyblueskystories
Reposted by Mark Connors
A wintery poem…
It was winter, near freezing,
I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird…
—Kathleen Jamie, “The Dipper”
published in POETRY (June 2004)
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird…
—Kathleen Jamie, “The Dipper”
published in POETRY (June 2004)
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
January 5, 2025 at 7:19 AM
A wintery poem…
Day 5
Amber warning
I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories
Amber warning
I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories
January 5, 2025 at 7:46 AM
Day 5
Amber warning
I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories
Amber warning
I wheel my suitcase through fresh snow, from the hotel to the airport. It's 5 am. Terminal 2 is teeming with passengers, flying from departures and to arrivals like it's the most normal thing in the world. Who the fuck are they trying to kid? #365tinytales ##blueskystories
Day 4
On the towpath
'Was that the otter?'
'No. A mink.'
'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.'
'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.'
'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.'
'We don't get otters here.'
'Well, I got one yesterday.'
'No you didn't.'
'Yes I did.'
#365tinytales
On the towpath
'Was that the otter?'
'No. A mink.'
'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.'
'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.'
'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.'
'We don't get otters here.'
'Well, I got one yesterday.'
'No you didn't.'
'Yes I did.'
#365tinytales
January 4, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Day 4
On the towpath
'Was that the otter?'
'No. A mink.'
'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.'
'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.'
'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.'
'We don't get otters here.'
'Well, I got one yesterday.'
'No you didn't.'
'Yes I did.'
#365tinytales
On the towpath
'Was that the otter?'
'No. A mink.'
'Really? I saw one here yesterday, that's all.'
'Mink. They come here for the crayfish.'
'Mink are small. It was an otter, yay big.'
'We don't get otters here.'
'Well, I got one yesterday.'
'No you didn't.'
'Yes I did.'
#365tinytales
Day 3
I want to pet one
I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories
I want to pet one
I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories
January 3, 2025 at 9:02 AM
Day 3
I want to pet one
I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories
I want to pet one
I look again. They're not big dogs but tiny horses, like the one in The Handsome Family song. I start to walk over to the women walking them. Fuck. They are dogs, big fuckers. I don't want to pet them and we all know where I should've gone. #365tinytales #blueskystories
Reposted by Mark Connors
Reposted by Mark Connors
January 3, 2025 at 1:23 AM
Reposted by Mark Connors
Alexandra Exter, Theatrical Composition, c. 1925
https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137360
https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137360
January 3, 2025 at 3:29 AM
Alexandra Exter, Theatrical Composition, c. 1925
https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137360
https://botfrens.com/collections/14377/contents/1137360