It was never about the kingfisher by Helen Kay @ Dithering Chaps

Sharp poems, bursts of dancing underwear to brighten your day – a poem I wish I’d written! In another I’m stunned by the phrase, ‘… to call myself a map of beautiful wrinkled places,’ in A Song of the Sequoia on Ness Island. GoodBuy

Today's scribble

I just want to write a poem as good as Todd Dillard's How To Live.

What a lovely end-of-January morning to wake up as an email pops in from Lothlorian lit magazine saying they'd published the 5 poems I'd sent them. After three months of no word I'd almost given them up! and here they are... lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2025/01/five...

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Ooooh I am featured poem on Ink Sweat &Tears today 🙃😄

Well I am giving my old self a gold star for remembering what I hadn't remembered for 2yrs ... how to set up my printer with new wi-fi. How decrepit of me! I swore at the thing, planned to chuck it out of the window. 123HP wow, where had you been hiding? Ink is dry so need to wait for delivery.

I'm a member of a little theatre group, audio only, so if you want a little free entertainment have a listen...
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I'm just trawling here instead of sleeping and what wonderful snippets... and the only ads are writers showing their new books! I want to spend, and will at some point tomorrow, but absolutely happy amongst fellow writers... loving all the words.

Snow, the white stuff, on the streets and beach of Brighton! I will be Hermit for the next few days... just looking at pics posted. Shocked at sleet yesterday as I left a scribbling meet in Tesco Cafe. I heard some places were minus 8 last night. We're lucky with our very few whole numbers.

Well, it's blooming freezing down here on the south coast... even the sea is terrified to land on the shore. I couldn't find warm leg coverings to add to my layers last night and remembered winter clothes are suitcased! So, will have to dig them out.

Ooh I just squeezed a poem out into the extended Cafe Writers comp. Go me! and after such a lazy, binge-watching weekend.

Today was a hiding day, listening to a world of wind and rain battle it out. Daughter called to say she couldn't keep on her bike to work so had to walk it part of the way. I spent all the hours down in my Dingly Dell listening to a Jennifer Armentrout book - great story; too much detailed sex!

1st post - I set this up a couple of months ago then forgot all about it, and couldn't get in today because I couldn't remember how to be the me I apparently was at that time! Here now and important, relevant, info noted for future loss of faculties. Hello BlueSky... waves.