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Julian Day
@julianday.bsky.social
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Published by Blackbough Poetry, The Storms Journal, FolkHeart Press. Featured writer in Patricia's Pen, and on A Thousand Shades Of Green podcast and a regular guest reader on Eat The Storms podcast. Best of The Net nominated.
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I'm v happy to say - as you can see from the pics below, that my contributors copy of THE STORMS @eatthestorms.com arrived. Yay!🥳🕺💃🦋Thks Dami & Rhona🙏🤗

📢 If there's enough interest, I'll post my poem, from the issue later today IF THIS POST GETS 50+ likes & 10+ reposts BY 10pm tonight (UK time)
November 7, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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Lots of love & hugs back to you, dear Sue. 🧡🤗🧡🤗🧡🤗
October 1, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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My friends, I'm v happy to share that one of my poems has been accepted for publication in the forthcoming issue V of The Storms Journal! As some of you may know, one of my poems was published in issue III @thestormshelter.bsky.social Keep your eyes out for further news & promo! Yay! 🌬🌊🥳🎉🎊🕺⚡️🎸
August 12, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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Happy Saturday, Rosanna!☀️💙 It's starting to brighten up here in blightyland, though still a fair bit of cloud, as you see from my pic, below.
A photograph of fluffy white clouds and small patches of light blue sky poking through. On the bottom left and right-hand corners of the picture are silhouettes of trees, and in the bottom middle section, there is a slanted view of a neighbour's roof & window(s).
August 2, 2025 at 9:42 AM
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Thanks to Victoria @victoriaspires.bsky.social for this week's #poetryprompt on the subject of SUMMER. Here for your consideration, Victoria and friends,
is a trip down memory lane,
a summer holiday poem, re-mixed by
some alternate bubble universe version of myself! 😂
Ready To Summer Like it's the Late 70's, whatever that exactly means in space-time flicker frame, roll-over you're sandcastles, I'm already soaked through by the newsprint fingers of 1976 - The summer time will never forget, until it, too, goes senile, brimming with a cat's salt & pepper whiskers. In a year's time from then, or now, my feet will bellow blue murder in silent howls of sun-spoilt Rivera infectives. Sweet & Sour swear words I don't quite know how to write correctly, or even pronounce with the right inflexion until I'm ancient at twelve, without causing a family wide hubbaloo. Call it a blue murder, something drawn from Agatha Christie late Sunday scheduling holdover, a counterclockwise movement / in time, as I find myself trussed up in an altogether funny business after watching It's A Hard Day's Night, in a Torquay hotel, somewhere within walking distance of dodgy sheer cliff face.
July 14, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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Congratulations, Sai! Love all those hooks! 👵🦎🍨🦹‍♂️
A painting of the writer Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe.
February 3, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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From an amorous wish of Merwin's to this "desire" from SELIMA HILL, captured in her poem PORTRAIT OF MY LOVER WITH A WATER BEETLE, taken from her 2002 collection PORTRAIT OF MY LOVER AS A HORSE @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
PORTRAIT OF MY LOVER WITH A WATER BEETLE The more you keep the more warm ponds there are for me to whizz around in like a water-beetle glinting meanly like a hot bazaar.
February 2, 2025 at 11:37 AM
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DEAD SICK ART- A NEW POEM by Julian Day Feb 1st 2025
DEAD SICK ART Pummelled back down to earth, we're in storm-season. Eowyn's left this wind-raked, buried / past its neck-in-the-sand head to fester, almost all alone. Call it a sad article of passing, undignified as far / as a black headed gull - white winter feather / suit scuffed to hell - can go. Who can say how long it took before / this gull succumbed to the greater / forces of nature; when was it exactly that / the fight left its scrappy body, to become / a writing prompt for poets, a sore / sight for the tragic-comic set for photographers / on this choppy County Clare beach? One orange carrot beak opens by itself, as if to once again taste the floral and salty tang of its coastal elements. Tuffy and flayed feathers, now formed into a gritty business mohawk. An empty sack of an eye, still peering lazily out from peroxide blonde dunes.
February 1, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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The unforgettable master of contemporary surrealist cinema...#RIPDavidLynch. What an artist he was. What a loss. I still remember the impact of watching MULHOLLAND DRIVE @wshed.bsky.social for the first time, thinking this is as close to dreaming silencio...silencio..silencio
January 16, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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The new issue of THE RIALTO @rialtopoetry.bsky.social is one brilliant poem after another, with smashing titles, including this favourite one of mine by @hannahl1n.bsky.social THIS POEM IS A BLACK PUDDING (!) Other stand-out poems by @pascalepetit.bsky.social

You simply must get your hands on it!
Top down view of the front cover of issue 102 of The Rialto poetry magazine. The letters of the magazines title appear in large green, jigsaw puzzle like pieces, which hang off each other asymmetrically.
January 10, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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Done!

Day One:
November 24, 2024 at 10:38 PM
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Post a picture of yourself to show the newbies what they're dealing with. 💚🕊🌳😘
Selfie or self-portrait of a white skin guy with black rimmed glasses smiling, wearing a deep forest green scarf, wrapped around a navy cord bomber jacket, against an autumnal lighted tree, bush, cloudy blue sky and chimney background.
November 15, 2024 at 3:30 PM
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A big thank you to Damien B. Donnelly
@stormshelter.bsky.social and his issue 3 co-editor Nithy kasa for publishing my poem Prayers In Starlight in the extraordinarily special literary and visual arts journal that is The Storms Journal. It's one of my proudest achievements yet in my poetry journey
PRAYERS IN STARLIGHT Beyond hungry ghosts who pray for better days. Beyond smoking cities riddled with shock and awe. Beyond all obvious hope. Beyond all we know and don't know yet. May we all be sheltered, as long as summer days hold heat. Rest under this cooling canopy of green leaf shadow. Away from all the stinging, unhinged things. Top-down view of the front cover of The Storms Journal of poetry, prose, and visual art. The front cover depicts two young, South Korean ladies sitting on the edge of a stone plinth within a temple setting. We glimpse a blue sky and green rolling hills in the far distance, above the temple rooftops.
October 21, 2023 at 3:32 PM
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I'm excited to share that I have been nominated in Best of the Net by #BlackBoughPoetry for my poem, Meg-Time, published by them earlier this year. Made my day & weekend! Congratulations to all my fellow Black Bough nominees! Well done, everyone! 👏 ✨️👏✨️👏
Screenshot from Twitter / X showing Black Bough Poetry's post with a list of six nominated poets, all published by them this year.
September 30, 2023 at 1:55 PM
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Looky...Looky....looky...Ah, why. So. Serious?!
A front facing view of a young male deer captured earlier this afternoon, in this photo, happily munching on some tasty green leaves whilst sitting on a patch of green garden grass.
September 27, 2023 at 5:18 PM