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𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢
April 11, 2025 at 7:05 PM
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𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆
January 25, 2026 at 6:35 PM
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𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘁
January 26, 2026 at 5:48 AM
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January 25, 2026 at 8:09 PM
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My 4000k follower #poem celebration. #prompt courtesy of @yeehawpoems.bsky.social. I kind of want to lengthen it. Or leastwise change the spacing do its river shaped. Will update you if I go back to edit it like that or to add another segment. More #poetry soon. Just needs typed. Hugs all around 🤗
I fall to the river like stone sinking into the embrace of shadow. Light surrounds and eyes open to awe mesmerizing me, mesmerizing the all I feel enveloped by. There are other stones here a riverbed of souls awakening slowly eroding to become the light of the river, the light of the all. Gold are the waters of consciousness even with my eyes shut it peeks thru steadily, reminder that once awakened I never sleep again, really. And a new stone falls next to me, and I welcome him there, rough edges accented from two homes pulling his voice in both directions hoarse from the fight to awaken others. I rest him near me, and the others I’ve come to unify. We are all transforming, divine. The river hatches from each stone dissolves each of us in turn as our voices become symphony from many the one, from one the many. The delta of my thoughts Twist, bend, eddies as more join the chorus. Some as small as a pinhead, a pebble. Identity kept small for the convenience of others, yet hardened attested diamond strength shining back the brilliance of the river prismatic on its surface yet piercing nothing of her skin. She’ll wait near me for a long time. It’ll take an age before the erosion Takes hold. Before the river claims her as part of the chorus of all. I welcome the company.
January 23, 2026 at 1:48 PM
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January 1, 2026 at 4:47 PM
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December 21, 2025 at 7:59 AM
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A year ago today I painted this one 🎨

#art #Welshart
December 27, 2025 at 8:32 AM
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“The blackbird at Paxton’s Tower” a #linocut print from a few years ago 🐦‍⬛

#art #Welshart
January 2, 2026 at 6:43 PM
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“At midnight”, painted two years ago today 🦊

#art #Welshart
January 15, 2026 at 12:25 PM
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sanatintarihi.bsky.social
Vladimir Gerasimoviç Titov - Letters 1970
January 14, 2026 at 5:39 PM
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dj-acid-reflux.bsky.social
Sometimes people find out I used to have a vaguely glamorous job where I met lots of rock stars and film stars and they're like "I bet you have LOADS of great stories about that time in your life" and I'm like "Nope not really but I do have quite a good story about badgers if you want to hear that?"
A few years ago I used to feed peanuts and dry cat food to a young badger which lived in the field opposite my house alongside several of its pals. Around that time I remember a growing feeling that, everywhere I went, people were waiting to tell me excellent stories about badgers. At one of my spoken word events someone recalled being on their bike and getting chased down a dark alley by an angry badger, another spoke of a friend who was bitten on the bottom by a badger in the garden of a house party in Exeter. “Maybe I am going to the wrong parties?” I asked myself. Perhaps the most vivid tale of all came from Leslie of the Dorset For Badger And Bovine Welfare Group, who I met at a small festival in Somerset: she said she made peanut butter sandwiches for her local badgers and fed them to them every day at dusk. The badgers had come to count on these but one evening when they arrived in her garden at the regular time the terrible realisation struck Leslie that she was entirely out of peanut butter. She searched her fridge and freezer for a replacement meal but the only one she could find was an old frozen dish of ratatouille that, if she was honest, she wasn’t sure she’d ever get around to eating. “They absolutely loved it,” she told me. “But they ran off with the dish afterwards.”
January 14, 2026 at 9:21 AM
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When the glass shatters,
what am I after?

#wip #poem #poety #micropoem #micropoetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry
January 12, 2026 at 4:05 PM
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Taking a moment to breathe in between writing my more political or satirical work to gift you a different sort of #poem about a particular type of #grief I've experienced before. Best wishes 🤗

@thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poemsabout #static #poetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub #poemaday #skypoem
The static of his mind blew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what language freedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers, or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today, slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he said he was just trying to shake them loose. They don’t like that I brought H.P. Lovecraft among his gifts this visit. It means they’ll be hearing about Cthulhu in his delusional intonations every day, for the rest of the week, but I can’t help that it’s his favorite. We don’t talk about the time he tried to run for the door. His empty-eyed defeat as the ward doors closed in front of him, with me on the other side. It was weeks before I was allowed to see him again. Instead it’s about the books and that he noticed my hair is shorter now. Changes from the outside world, life going on. I leave heavier than I arrived. I try to speak to the Uber driver when I leave but the words sink, and don’t make it out. He turns on the radio to fill the void, like the light-less city of R’lyeh, beneath the sea. I hear only static.
January 9, 2026 at 10:15 AM
solvice.bsky.social
Sunday Siesta
January 12, 2026 at 6:52 AM
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Still time to enter this. I'll choose and announce the winners early afternoon tomorrow (Sunday) and post the books and hares on Monday.

The hares work well as bookmarks but you might decide they're a bit too nice for that. They're originals, not "copies". Linocut by my mum, Jo, on v nice paper.
dj-acid-reflux.bsky.social Tom Cox @dj-acid-reflux.bsky.social · Jan 9
I thought it might be nice to give away my last 2 signed hardbacks of my novel 1983, with two lovely linocut hares by my mum.

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The book's been called "Stranger Things rewritten by Kurt Vonnegut and Sue Townsend”.
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The final two first edition hardbacks of my novel 1983 that I have in my house. Two cut-out linoprint hares by my mum, Jo. This is a hare linoprint which she originally did to illustrate a chapter in my earlier (non-fiction) book, Ring The Hill, which has a hare subtheme darting through it.
January 10, 2026 at 9:00 AM
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I've enjoyed letting my photography journey be guided by the mind's eye. What else is there really

#100mm #Photography #Macro #Art #Abstract #Nature #Mentalhealth #Meditation #naturephotography #Color #FineArt #PicturesOfNothing
A picture about the color red
December 28, 2025 at 5:54 AM
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"Everything is ephemeral-both what remembers and what is remembered."
- Marcus Aurelius

#FineArtPhotography #photography #FineArt #winter #memory #PicturesOfNothing
A picture about a fading memory, time, and haunting dreams via a metal head sculpture in a snowy field
January 3, 2026 at 12:28 AM
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seanphicks.bsky.social
Soon you will have forgotten all things; soon all will have forgotten you."
- Marcus Aurelius

#Photography #dream #blackandwhite #memory #FineArt #PicturesOfNothing
January 3, 2026 at 2:03 AM
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A few more of these here: www.tom-cox.com/some-ghosts-...
January 9, 2026 at 6:42 AM
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Kerry Phippen, Mother Wolf, acrylic on canvas, 2013
January 1, 2026 at 9:21 PM
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Marc‑Aurèle Fortin, Saint-Urbain in Winter, oil on board, 1940–42
January 5, 2026 at 1:11 PM
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Lionel LeMoine FitzGerald, From an Upstairs Window, Winter, oil on canvas, c.1950–51
January 5, 2026 at 11:22 PM
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Glenn Priestley, Winter Bus, oil on board, 1993
January 6, 2026 at 2:17 PM
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Diana Dabinett, Icebergs off Labrador, watercolour on paper, c.200
January 6, 2026 at 2:18 PM