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to quote Nat King Cole, ‘tis autumn! Christened my new 35mm half-frame last weekend. Will be a bit of a wait for the photos (film is so fucking expensive to get developed), but here are some digital photos :)
October 29, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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September 3, 2025 at 11:33 AM
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August 21, 2025 at 3:46 PM
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REF DO SOMETHING 😭😭😭 I should never have told this man what my new prescription was
cropped screenshot of an instagram conversation between me and my brother. his first comment is “holy shit”, to which my response was “dark times with three crying emojis”. The response reads “damn straight dark times mf you can’t see” cropped screenshot of an instagram conversation between me and my brother. His message is a cropped screenshot of the 2015 Daredevil promotional poster; he has scribbled curly hair over Matt Murdock/Daredevil’s head to represent my hair. This is followed with a message reading “you rn”
June 3, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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This is my entry for last month’s @wecreatetogether.bsky.social challenge on the theme of ‘anniversary’.

It’s a little bit about cicadas, a little bit an allegory about living loudly and fighting onward as a trans person, and a little bit about green spaces & nature.

Let me know what you think!
poem in white text against a black background. It reads; every seventeen years, cicadas emerge into a world more more bitumen than grassland. the slow creep of capital and concrete be damned; each blade of grass is a hill to die on. each staccato scream a riot hymn — we are here. we are living. we will eat and live and sing loud and uncaring in the night. we will sleep, sun-dappled, in the canopies. our wings will shiver in the wind. we will remind you that this land is green, not grey. we will be brief, as all things are, but we will not die quietly.
May 3, 2025 at 7:03 AM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #CzesławMiłosz #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #Poets

Day 7:
The poem “If There is No God” by Csezław Milosz. It reads; “if there is no God, not everything is permitted to man. He is still his brother’s keeper, and he is not permitted to sadden his brother by saying there is no God.”
April 11, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #CameronAwkwardRich #Poets

Day 6:
April 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #MohamedElKurd #PalestinanPoets

Day 5:
A screenshot of the poem No Moses In Seige in white text against a black background. The poem reads “Was it because there were no more graves in Gaza that you rough us to the beach to die? Was it because rubbing us in our houses, like our cousins, like our futures, like our gods, would be a bore?was it because our cemeteries need cemeteries, and our tombstones need homes? Was it because our fathers needed more grief? We were limbs in the wind, our joy breaking against the shore. Soccer ball in between our feet, we were soccer between their feet. No place to run. No Moses in siege. Waves stitched together, embroidered, weaved unwalkable, indivisible, implausible. On most days, we weep in advance. We looked up to the clouds, got up on the clouds. Here, we know two suns; earth’s friend and white phosphorus. Here, we know two things: death and the few breaths before it. What do you say to children for whom the Red Sea doesn’t open?”
April 10, 2025 at 4:18 PM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #RobertFrost #Poets

Day 4:
April 8, 2025 at 12:08 PM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #Poets #PhilipLarkin

Day 3:
Photograph of the poem This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin. It reads; “they fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had and add some extra just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn by fools in old style hats and coats, who half the time were soppy-stern and half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out, as early as you can, and don’t have any kids yourself.”
April 8, 2025 at 12:05 PM
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A photograph of the upper torso of the original poster, cropped at the neck. They have light brown skin, and are flat-chested. Theyare wearing a khaki shirt with a white crew neck T-shirt underneath it; the neck of the t-shirt is visible, and they are wearing a fine gold herringbone chain. Over this, they are wearing a black denim jacket. There is a large sewn on Starfleet Medical badge with the insignia on their right shoulder.
April 8, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge #JuneJordan #Poets

Day 2:
A picture of the poem Resolution #1’003 by June Jordan. It reads; “I will love who loves me. I will love as much as I am loved. I will hate who hates me. I will feel nothing for everyone oblivious to me. I will stay indifferent to indifference. I will live hostile to hostility. I will make myself a passionate and eager lover in response to passionate and eager love. I will be nobody’s fool.”
April 6, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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Choose 20 poems that have stayed with you or influenced you. Share a poem a day in no particular order.
No explanations, no reviews, just photos or screenshots with alt text or links #PoemSky #20Poems #PoetryChallenge

Day 1:
A screenshot of the poem Temporary Job by Minnie Bruce Pratt from the Poetry Foundation website. The poem reads; “Leaving again. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be grieving. The particulars of place lodged in me like this room I lived in for eleven days, how I learned the way the sun laid its palm over the side window in the morning, heavy light, how I’ll never be held in that hand again.”
April 5, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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my contribution to #smallpoemsunday; a piece abt small joys, praxis and the power of community from my drafts, and Temporary Job by Bruce Platt.
February 23, 2025 at 7:11 PM
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my brother (patisserie chef @ high-end restaurant) complimented my birthday cakes for my marj. nobody can chat shit to me for the next week LMFAOAOAOAOA
February 17, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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in light of the news abt the dinosaur footsteps in Oxfordshire I am once again being Absolutely Normal™️ about the Triassic Cuddle
January 4, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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autumn is here!
a photo of maple leaves with the sunlight coming through them, casting shadows. Close-up of an autumnal acer leaf, that is red & green-yellow bright red berries on a branch, with a few maroon leaves visible red-orange maple leaves, with the sun coming through them.
October 20, 2024 at 5:52 PM
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am nothing if not worryingly committed to the bit
August 24, 2024 at 10:44 PM
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turns out watercolour does not scan very well but have this Leonard Cohen inspired comic about calls to faith, acts of God and 'acts of God' anyway. click for hq :)
June 29, 2024 at 3:54 PM
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…fair and correct accusation
June 5, 2024 at 6:50 AM
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…anyways if you’re under 25 and on HRT and your GP calls for an appointment about enhanced support the correct response is “come back with a warrant, gender cop” and to say nowt else otherwise. Stay safe out there folks
May 7, 2024 at 10:24 PM
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this week’s contribution to #smallpoemsunday is an ode to horticulture’s nightmare, my florist grandmother’s personal garden nemesis, and one of my favourite flowers.
April 7, 2024 at 7:22 PM
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on a less weird and depressing note, here’s one of my favourites from Langston Hughes! #smallpoemsunday
February 18, 2024 at 10:28 PM
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this #smallpoemsunday is a throwback poem to a time in my life when I met someone from my country of origin and realised how much of my mother tongue I’d lost in order to assimilate. I was also regularly watching Criminal Minds and the end result was this poem.
February 18, 2024 at 10:25 PM
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went on a hilltop hike, got some good arboretum pics and only nearly went arse over teakettle like twice so we’re calling it a W
February 16, 2024 at 10:01 PM