Laura Smyth
@smythtype.bsky.social
Poet, graphic artist, concerned human being
After the inspiring protests yesterday, even in my remote part of the country, it definitely is a "Fortunate Son" soundtrack kind of Sunday!
October 19, 2025 at 3:40 PM
After the inspiring protests yesterday, even in my remote part of the country, it definitely is a "Fortunate Son" soundtrack kind of Sunday!
Alas, my one tiny spaghetti squash, the only one from this year's garden. It makes a charming companion to my favorite coffee mug (gifted to me in my youth by another charming companion and Portland roommate). Who knows?Maybe this squash has seeds that will be prolific next summer. Here's hoping.
October 16, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Alas, my one tiny spaghetti squash, the only one from this year's garden. It makes a charming companion to my favorite coffee mug (gifted to me in my youth by another charming companion and Portland roommate). Who knows?Maybe this squash has seeds that will be prolific next summer. Here's hoping.
Treasuring every last drop of Summer that this October day has to offer.
October 5, 2025 at 7:57 PM
Treasuring every last drop of Summer that this October day has to offer.
As often on high stress days, my refuge is cooking. And also admiring light.
September 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
As often on high stress days, my refuge is cooking. And also admiring light.
Today, I need to focus on strength in what's delicate.
September 25, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Today, I need to focus on strength in what's delicate.
Apparently, I am sharing my apple.
September 13, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Apparently, I am sharing my apple.
It's Sunday morning and the entire pot of coffee is all mine. I feel the same glee I used to feel at 5-years-old in front of the penny candy counter holding a dime.
August 31, 2025 at 2:04 PM
It's Sunday morning and the entire pot of coffee is all mine. I feel the same glee I used to feel at 5-years-old in front of the penny candy counter holding a dime.
St. John's Wort casting a shadow. The air is clear today, and hummingbirds and bees are fueling up in my wild backyard. Find moments of joy where you can so you have the spiritual fuel you need when your help is needed.
August 12, 2025 at 8:19 PM
St. John's Wort casting a shadow. The air is clear today, and hummingbirds and bees are fueling up in my wild backyard. Find moments of joy where you can so you have the spiritual fuel you need when your help is needed.
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Finding it hard to cope with the onslaught of negative news? I'm hoping my new blog helps. thefurthershores.com/will-it-take...
August 6, 2025 at 5:10 AM
Finding it hard to cope with the onslaught of negative news? I'm hoping my new blog helps. thefurthershores.com/will-it-take...
My sweet friend Max. He's a great pressure valve in this high-pressure environment. #cats #petsitting
July 25, 2025 at 7:13 PM
My sweet friend Max. He's a great pressure valve in this high-pressure environment. #cats #petsitting
A few blooms from my yard: some just budding, a few nearly open, and one about to finish.
July 10, 2025 at 9:47 PM
A few blooms from my yard: some just budding, a few nearly open, and one about to finish.
So much coming at us every day (even those of us not being hunted down or bombed or betrayed) that I hesitated to share this small moment today when I was able to help a fellow creature on his way. But I believe that loving the world each day and cooperating with life around us is our lifeline.
June 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM
So much coming at us every day (even those of us not being hunted down or bombed or betrayed) that I hesitated to share this small moment today when I was able to help a fellow creature on his way. But I believe that loving the world each day and cooperating with life around us is our lifeline.
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We’re closing in on the 3.5% rule! 8.6 million and counting! We’re in awe. Lots of events still happening make sure to be counted. Big towns, small towns you showed up.
June 14, 2025 at 11:27 PM
We’re closing in on the 3.5% rule! 8.6 million and counting! We’re in awe. Lots of events still happening make sure to be counted. Big towns, small towns you showed up.
After 2 weeks on the road, it's a joy to be back in my little Keweenaw home and have the lilacs, forget-me-nots, and lily-of-the-valley blooming in welcome.
June 5, 2025 at 8:48 PM
After 2 weeks on the road, it's a joy to be back in my little Keweenaw home and have the lilacs, forget-me-nots, and lily-of-the-valley blooming in welcome.
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It is greed and the apotheosis of idiocy, as emblematic of Trump, that has brought us to this place. Now what do we do? I know... I’ll write a musical! Music is light. And light, like love, can be the antidote. I hope you’ll check it out. TheFurtherShores.com
May 19, 2025 at 5:16 AM
It is greed and the apotheosis of idiocy, as emblematic of Trump, that has brought us to this place. Now what do we do? I know... I’ll write a musical! Music is light. And light, like love, can be the antidote. I hope you’ll check it out. TheFurtherShores.com
Reviving my spirit with a Pacific Ocean view for a few days. It's a gift to be here.
May 28, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Reviving my spirit with a Pacific Ocean view for a few days. It's a gift to be here.
Preoccupied with planning a trip, I just found this scrap of a poem in a notebook:
If I am a goddess / as my friend insists / I am a goddess of rubber bands and stray thoughts / of tripping but catching yourself / half way down / of patience worn thin /elbows no longer bending
If I am a goddess / as my friend insists / I am a goddess of rubber bands and stray thoughts / of tripping but catching yourself / half way down / of patience worn thin /elbows no longer bending
May 20, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Preoccupied with planning a trip, I just found this scrap of a poem in a notebook:
If I am a goddess / as my friend insists / I am a goddess of rubber bands and stray thoughts / of tripping but catching yourself / half way down / of patience worn thin /elbows no longer bending
If I am a goddess / as my friend insists / I am a goddess of rubber bands and stray thoughts / of tripping but catching yourself / half way down / of patience worn thin /elbows no longer bending
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We can probably all agree that leaving humans in charge after the ‘Firmament’ was divided may not have been the best idea. There are “89 seconds” left on the Doomsday Clock. Can we still show we were ready for such an awesome responsibility? That’s the big question. TheFurtherShores.com
April 29, 2025 at 7:25 PM
We can probably all agree that leaving humans in charge after the ‘Firmament’ was divided may not have been the best idea. There are “89 seconds” left on the Doomsday Clock. Can we still show we were ready for such an awesome responsibility? That’s the big question. TheFurtherShores.com
May 6 and the first real porch-sitting morning up here on the Keweenaw. All the chickadees, sparrows, jays, crows and geese sound as happy as I feel to be having breakfast in the sunshine with no snow.
May 6, 2025 at 2:24 PM
May 6 and the first real porch-sitting morning up here on the Keweenaw. All the chickadees, sparrows, jays, crows and geese sound as happy as I feel to be having breakfast in the sunshine with no snow.
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April 27, 2025 at 1:22 PM
The darker the news, the more light and growth we need to keep ourselves strong. My transplanted spaghetti squash starts are climbing and blooming. The growing season is short this far north, so it's best to start early in a safe, warm place. Everything about gardening is metaphor.
April 27, 2025 at 5:09 PM
The darker the news, the more light and growth we need to keep ourselves strong. My transplanted spaghetti squash starts are climbing and blooming. The growing season is short this far north, so it's best to start early in a safe, warm place. Everything about gardening is metaphor.
Dining room tables are overrated. Mine just became a greenhouse.
April 20, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Dining room tables are overrated. Mine just became a greenhouse.
My pal "Rosie" showed up to spread encouragement at our No Kings rally in Houghton, Michigan today.
April 19, 2025 at 9:05 PM
My pal "Rosie" showed up to spread encouragement at our No Kings rally in Houghton, Michigan today.
Alert. Alive. And anxious. This Saturday morning, as I head out to join in the NO KINGS march, I'll hold this image in my mind of the upward-reaching starts for the garden I will grow this summer.
April 19, 2025 at 1:43 PM
Alert. Alive. And anxious. This Saturday morning, as I head out to join in the NO KINGS march, I'll hold this image in my mind of the upward-reaching starts for the garden I will grow this summer.