TheDevilsTuna
@thedevilstuna.bsky.social
Music blogger dedicated to unearthing unknown, unheard and unbelievable bands, Find my words at https://besttuna.blogspot.com/ Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition Judge 2011-2025 and @freshnet moderator. Also write poems no-one reads.
Pinned
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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#shortstory
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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#shortstory
January 3, 2026 at 9:47 AM
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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#shortstory
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“Balderdash!” I harumphed as they lowered the coffin. A stifled laugh. Someone whispered, “That's so him.” It wasn't until the first thud of soil above me that I remembered I hadn't received an invitation.
#balderdash
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the pleating hour
The afternoon
chews
lime-green sours.
My hands smell
of iron
and bee-left pollen.
Abstraction
distracts
contracts
artefacts
measured in
rust-licked cutlery.
air
t
h
i
n
s
as the shroud
pleats itself.
#abstraction
the pleating hour
The afternoon
chews
lime-green sours.
My hands smell
of iron
and bee-left pollen.
Abstraction
distracts
contracts
artefacts
measured in
rust-licked cutlery.
air
t
h
i
n
s
as the shroud
pleats itself.
#abstraction
January 2, 2026 at 10:37 PM
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the pleating hour
The afternoon
chews
lime-green sours.
My hands smell
of iron
and bee-left pollen.
Abstraction
distracts
contracts
artefacts
measured in
rust-licked cutlery.
air
t
h
i
n
s
as the shroud
pleats itself.
#abstraction
the pleating hour
The afternoon
chews
lime-green sours.
My hands smell
of iron
and bee-left pollen.
Abstraction
distracts
contracts
artefacts
measured in
rust-licked cutlery.
air
t
h
i
n
s
as the shroud
pleats itself.
#abstraction
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Hello everybody 👋
The #vss365 prompt for 2 January 2026 is #abstraction.
May your words drip, splatter, and splash—
whether you write poetry or prose—
in a wild, creative frenzy.
The #vss365 prompt for 2 January 2026 is #abstraction.
May your words drip, splatter, and splash—
whether you write poetry or prose—
in a wild, creative frenzy.
January 2, 2026 at 7:00 AM
Hello everybody 👋
The #vss365 prompt for 2 January 2026 is #abstraction.
May your words drip, splatter, and splash—
whether you write poetry or prose—
in a wild, creative frenzy.
The #vss365 prompt for 2 January 2026 is #abstraction.
May your words drip, splatter, and splash—
whether you write poetry or prose—
in a wild, creative frenzy.
#vss365
Absalted
Dragged through thorned scrub,
hooves sparking verbs,
I stake a hide,
flooding the air with mustard-scent.
Abstr-
action breaks,
a salt-antlered thing,
snorting throat-snarled colours.
I blood it.
The canvas broods,
ritual holds
until my
shaking
stops.
#abstraction
Absalted
Dragged through thorned scrub,
hooves sparking verbs,
I stake a hide,
flooding the air with mustard-scent.
Abstr-
action breaks,
a salt-antlered thing,
snorting throat-snarled colours.
I blood it.
The canvas broods,
ritual holds
until my
shaking
stops.
#abstraction
January 2, 2026 at 12:35 PM
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Absalted
Dragged through thorned scrub,
hooves sparking verbs,
I stake a hide,
flooding the air with mustard-scent.
Abstr-
action breaks,
a salt-antlered thing,
snorting throat-snarled colours.
I blood it.
The canvas broods,
ritual holds
until my
shaking
stops.
#abstraction
Absalted
Dragged through thorned scrub,
hooves sparking verbs,
I stake a hide,
flooding the air with mustard-scent.
Abstr-
action breaks,
a salt-antlered thing,
snorting throat-snarled colours.
I blood it.
The canvas broods,
ritual holds
until my
shaking
stops.
#abstraction
#vss365
New Year's Eve
Wrinkled night tightens.
Delight pinches parched throats.
Rivers fold inward
as the year sheds its old coats.
#delight
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New Year's Eve
Wrinkled night tightens.
Delight pinches parched throats.
Rivers fold inward
as the year sheds its old coats.
#delight
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#writerscommunity
January 1, 2026 at 12:12 PM
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New Year's Eve
Wrinkled night tightens.
Delight pinches parched throats.
Rivers fold inward
as the year sheds its old coats.
#delight
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#writerscommunity
New Year's Eve
Wrinkled night tightens.
Delight pinches parched throats.
Rivers fold inward
as the year sheds its old coats.
#delight
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#writerscommunity
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For Auld Lang Stain
The new year arrives
trumpet-skinned,
a blister of split clocks
bursting
confettied suns,
half-remembered moons,
delight hammering
its hooves through wine-fog.
Dawn unbuttons
its seam
coaxing the day to spill open
just enough
for me to smudge
its shine.
#Delight
For Auld Lang Stain
The new year arrives
trumpet-skinned,
a blister of split clocks
bursting
confettied suns,
half-remembered moons,
delight hammering
its hooves through wine-fog.
Dawn unbuttons
its seam
coaxing the day to spill open
just enough
for me to smudge
its shine.
#Delight
January 1, 2026 at 10:31 AM
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#vss365
Glottal Stop
I woke with verbs in my mouth
unspoken, jagged.
They tasted of doing.
My dream refused to explain.
It never does.
It borrows breath
to bend my will.
I surface
already past tense,
body half-spoken,
breath deferred.
I rinse my mouth,
but the glottal
tightens
and I'm gone.
#dream
Glottal Stop
I woke with verbs in my mouth
unspoken, jagged.
They tasted of doing.
My dream refused to explain.
It never does.
It borrows breath
to bend my will.
I surface
already past tense,
body half-spoken,
breath deferred.
I rinse my mouth,
but the glottal
tightens
and I'm gone.
#dream
December 31, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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Glottal Stop
I woke with verbs in my mouth
unspoken, jagged.
They tasted of doing.
My dream refused to explain.
It never does.
It borrows breath
to bend my will.
I surface
already past tense,
body half-spoken,
breath deferred.
I rinse my mouth,
but the glottal
tightens
and I'm gone.
#dream
Glottal Stop
I woke with verbs in my mouth
unspoken, jagged.
They tasted of doing.
My dream refused to explain.
It never does.
It borrows breath
to bend my will.
I surface
already past tense,
body half-spoken,
breath deferred.
I rinse my mouth,
but the glottal
tightens
and I'm gone.
#dream
December 31, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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The Traveller
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
November 16, 2024 at 10:01 AM
The Traveller
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
She could #travel worlds with a touch—frail fingers brushing the leathery spines of old books. Today, a blank one, its cover surprisingly warm. Opening it, she vanished, leaving behind a faint breeze, the scent of petrichor, and her favourite bookmark on the desk.
#vss365
#shortstory
#vss365
The Excess
At the gate
they asked for
certainty.
I had nothing.
My travel bag
a blown-out seam
leaking doubt.
I didn’t check the weight,
I just let
the suitcase burn
and left.
#travel
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
The Excess
At the gate
they asked for
certainty.
I had nothing.
My travel bag
a blown-out seam
leaking doubt.
I didn’t check the weight,
I just let
the suitcase burn
and left.
#travel
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
December 30, 2025 at 8:52 AM
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The Excess
At the gate
they asked for
certainty.
I had nothing.
My travel bag
a blown-out seam
leaking doubt.
I didn’t check the weight,
I just let
the suitcase burn
and left.
#travel
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
The Excess
At the gate
they asked for
certainty.
I had nothing.
My travel bag
a blown-out seam
leaking doubt.
I didn’t check the weight,
I just let
the suitcase burn
and left.
#travel
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Sole Trader
I misread the contract.
Thought he desired my sole,
all arch‑logic,
blister ethics,
heel‑born doctrine.
The devil nodded, puzzled as
a cobbler’s apprentice
I walked away lighter,
loose-laced, calf-ached
eternity footsore,
soul intact
but
shoeless.
#sole
#poetrycommunity
Sole Trader
I misread the contract.
Thought he desired my sole,
all arch‑logic,
blister ethics,
heel‑born doctrine.
The devil nodded, puzzled as
a cobbler’s apprentice
I walked away lighter,
loose-laced, calf-ached
eternity footsore,
soul intact
but
shoeless.
#sole
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December 29, 2025 at 9:55 AM
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Sole Trader
I misread the contract.
Thought he desired my sole,
all arch‑logic,
blister ethics,
heel‑born doctrine.
The devil nodded, puzzled as
a cobbler’s apprentice
I walked away lighter,
loose-laced, calf-ached
eternity footsore,
soul intact
but
shoeless.
#sole
#poetrycommunity
Sole Trader
I misread the contract.
Thought he desired my sole,
all arch‑logic,
blister ethics,
heel‑born doctrine.
The devil nodded, puzzled as
a cobbler’s apprentice
I walked away lighter,
loose-laced, calf-ached
eternity footsore,
soul intact
but
shoeless.
#sole
#poetrycommunity
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December 29, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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Iron Lung
Let us bless the yule-air
d r i f t
brittle-sweet, ice-split,
entering us
as weather born shards,
leaving
frost-iron
in the
lungs.
#air
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Iron Lung
Let us bless the yule-air
d r i f t
brittle-sweet, ice-split,
entering us
as weather born shards,
leaving
frost-iron
in the
lungs.
#air
#poetrycommunity
December 27, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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Iron Lung
Let us bless the yule-air
d r i f t
brittle-sweet, ice-split,
entering us
as weather born shards,
leaving
frost-iron
in the
lungs.
#air
#poetrycommunity
Iron Lung
Let us bless the yule-air
d r i f t
brittle-sweet, ice-split,
entering us
as weather born shards,
leaving
frost-iron
in the
lungs.
#air
#poetrycommunity
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#vss365
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
December 26, 2025 at 10:40 AM
#vss365
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
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#vss365
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
December 26, 2025 at 10:40 AM
#vss365
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Last Christmorse
Fairy lights blinked,
christmorse code,
. . .
- - -
. . .
I learned
how to
struggle
on
as you
fixed that
lazy bulb
again
and
again
and
a g a i n.
#struggle
#christmas
#poem
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Everyone should watch A Carol For Another Christmas, it might have been released 61 years ago but it's message, especially the scenes from the future, are as, if not more, relevant today than when it was released. The parallels with Trump/Maga/American politics are frightening.
December 25, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Everyone should watch A Carol For Another Christmas, it might have been released 61 years ago but it's message, especially the scenes from the future, are as, if not more, relevant today than when it was released. The parallels with Trump/Maga/American politics are frightening.
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Orbituary
I took a ring from Saturn
and gave it to my wife.
Then she left me for Uranus,
That's the story of my life.
#Saturn
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Orbituary
I took a ring from Saturn
and gave it to my wife.
Then she left me for Uranus,
That's the story of my life.
#Saturn
#writerscommunity
December 22, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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Orbituary
I took a ring from Saturn
and gave it to my wife.
Then she left me for Uranus,
That's the story of my life.
#Saturn
#writerscommunity
Orbituary
I took a ring from Saturn
and gave it to my wife.
Then she left me for Uranus,
That's the story of my life.
#Saturn
#writerscommunity
#vss365
Bruisair
I came equipped to fight,
no, that’s not quite right!
I came to discuss
aggressively,
to bruise the brutish air.
Each stanza
clenches, unclenches,
tightens fists
as if rehearsing
anger.
I apologise
before
the blood
thickens.
#fight
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Bruisair
I came equipped to fight,
no, that’s not quite right!
I came to discuss
aggressively,
to bruise the brutish air.
Each stanza
clenches, unclenches,
tightens fists
as if rehearsing
anger.
I apologise
before
the blood
thickens.
#fight
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
December 21, 2025 at 10:53 AM
#vss365
Bruisair
I came equipped to fight,
no, that’s not quite right!
I came to discuss
aggressively,
to bruise the brutish air.
Each stanza
clenches, unclenches,
tightens fists
as if rehearsing
anger.
I apologise
before
the blood
thickens.
#fight
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity
Bruisair
I came equipped to fight,
no, that’s not quite right!
I came to discuss
aggressively,
to bruise the brutish air.
Each stanza
clenches, unclenches,
tightens fists
as if rehearsing
anger.
I apologise
before
the blood
thickens.
#fight
#poetrycommunity
#writerscommunity