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The Laird
@thelairdwrites.bsky.social
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Podcaster, sketcher of sparse scenes and stories.

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The Laird @thelairdwrites.bsky.social · Apr 14
To Wilfred
To Wilfred
He stopped me, pointed to a house across the road.   “That one, the last small one, beside the big two storey joint. It would have had an...
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In A Cafe By Richard Brautigan
In A Cafe I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover. Richard Brautigan
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January 23, 2026 at 3:07 PM
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Hard Land, Soft Death
It’s a hard land, you can’t die in summer, the heat bakes the earth so hard it will be months before anyone can bury you. And you can’t di...
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January 4, 2026 at 12:02 PM
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The Newsreader Is Crying
The newsreader is crying.  Nothing on his autocue says anything about crying, but here he is, weeping, his body jerking with the sobs he c...
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December 30, 2025 at 4:47 AM
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Paint Flakes
Hope has flaked Like the cheap paint On the sun burned window sills Of a rented apartment. He sees the window sills as beautif...
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December 29, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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The Patron Saint Of Celebrities
He's the assistant To the photographer To the stars. The photographer tells him, "We're not here To take their portrait, We're here...
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December 29, 2025 at 7:18 PM
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Dr. Frankenstein’s Bicycle
He's riding Dr Frankenstein's bicycle. He collected all the body parts from dead bicycles all over town, gave them the spark of life, crea...
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December 29, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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This Christmas Morn
On this Christmas morn  I await, As an innocent But convicted, Condemned man awaits, The sound of the drum  Of the hangman.  I await  The ...
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December 24, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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To Wilfred
He stopped me, pointed to a house across the road.   “That one, the last small one, beside the big two storey joint. It would have had an...
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November 21, 2025 at 12:43 PM
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Tweet Poem
“Today I walked down Rowland S. Howard Lane” Sounds like  The first line Of a poem, But it’s just something I did Today. ...
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November 19, 2025 at 4:00 AM
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Old Fish
The marina is still. I could walk across this water. It must be glass, it’s too still to be real water.  A seabird flies low, fast, dips t...
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November 14, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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Information
Elderly lady, Confusing a bank teller With talk of where the money came from, Instead of where She wants To send it. The money came...
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November 11, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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Political Panto, Sponsor-A-Mouse & Snail Box Farms
Podcast Episode · In The News This Week (the Have I Got News For You podcast) · 04/11/2025 · 32m
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November 5, 2025 at 1:05 AM
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There's Nothing Wrong with My Custard
Podcast Episode · ill-advised by Bill Nighy · 22/10/2025 · 25m
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November 4, 2025 at 6:51 AM
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God’s Nightlight
Night after night Krimba the tree frog shivered in terror, hiding silently on an upper branch, ever watchful for nocturnal predators, eve...
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November 4, 2025 at 4:59 AM
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Testament
She didn’t have kids, So when I die My last words Will be the last time Anyone Says her name. Parkstreet  Ko-fi
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October 17, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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Origami Boats
He started making origami boats. He needed something to distract him, something to do with his hands. Large squares of coloured paper, rea...
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October 12, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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Cinema, Apple, Priorities
Podcast Episode · Two Across · 03/10/2025 · 1h 1m
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October 9, 2025 at 10:58 AM
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Bishops, buggers and health freaks
Podcast Episode · Page 94: The Private Eye Podcast · 07/10/2025 · 43m
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October 9, 2025 at 10:57 AM
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God’s Nightlight
Night after night Krimba the tree frog shivered in terror, hiding silently on an upper branch, ever watchful for nocturnal predators, eve...
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October 7, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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Farewell Athena
A girlfriend once informed me, “coffeehouse observations are not enough”.  I told her the unexamined life is not worth living, in what I t...
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October 7, 2025 at 4:14 PM
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A Mandarin In A Small Blue And White Rice Bowl
A  Mandarin In A Small Blue And White Rice Bowl, a still life, an offering of love. The peel turned back to form petals, the segments of fru...
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October 7, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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Local
Was she a local? Damn right she was a local. Allow me to explain how local she was. One evening, just before sunset, she told me to don my...
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October 3, 2025 at 11:06 AM
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I Live In San Francisco
This rain is so fine, so delicate, when it lands in my mug of tea it hardly makes an impression, disappears as if it never existed. My tea...
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September 25, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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A Wise Bear
If a bear Wants to be a bear,  Wild and free, It is best He doesn't reveal He can dance. Parkstreet Ko-fi
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September 25, 2025 at 5:32 AM
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Drinking Gum Tree Words
Our restaurant closed early, I can’t recall why. We didn’t care why. We were like school kids given a half day, cleaning up and getting ou...
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September 22, 2025 at 11:24 AM