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Karen Pierce Gonzalez
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Award winning poet/writer/artist Chaps: Coyote in the Basket of My Ribs, Moon kissed Earth wrought Vision drunk, RavenSong, Down River with Li Po & more. linktr.ee/KPGFolkHeart #NotJustPretty NO MAGA No solicitation
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Karen Pierce Gonzalez @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social · Jul 6
Enjoy these 3 short trailers. #DownRiverWithLiPo #MoonkissedEarthwroughtVisiondrunk #Twasbrillig #poetry #hybrid #poeticlibretto #Pamphlet/Chapbook @blackcatpress.bsky.social #BottlecapPress #PoeticLibrettos karenpiercegonzalez.blogspot.com/2020/09/welc...
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Contact: kpgfolkheart@gmail.com Chapbooks THREE NEW RELEASES! Down River with Li Po Inspired by Tang Dynasty poet/philosopher The Black Cat ...
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jenwithwords.bsky.social
Yes! Perfect for a winter evening. Some cozy movies and a chat. I see your emails. Will respond right after I’m done with dinner! Can’t wait!! So excited!! 🩵🩵🩵
November 11, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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jenwithwords.bsky.social
YES!!! 🎉
November 10, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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karla-eu.bsky.social
Found out about it the morning after. Is there a recording?
November 10, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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jenwithwords.bsky.social
Oh, Karen! Thank you so much for boosting this! Would you consider an artists’ night to share different mediums? I always love hearing your stories behind your art!
November 10, 2025 at 6:18 AM
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
How does @jenwithwords.bsky.social do it? She keeps creating the most poignant, yet beautiful, #poetryvidoes I've ever seen. Here's her latest. I'm think ing about hosting a #JennyWongPoetryVideoNight. Who's in? #PoetsOfBlueSky #FilmmakersOfBlueSky
youtu.be/scAoxNryyVA?...
The Time Pirate | Episode 1: The Time Pirate Who Waits Ashore
YouTube video by jenwithwords
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November 9, 2025 at 9:59 PM
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
One of my #murals #Stunday #BlueSkyArtists #MyBackyard #MyPhoto 38inx26inh
November 9, 2025 at 5:51 PM
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
Last night was extraordinary! Women of all persuasions shared #art & #poetry that made this #NOTJUSTPRETTY zoom a moment in time to remember. 🔥🔥🔥 bsky.app/profile/kare...
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social Karen Pierce Gonzalez @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social · 2d
We've got a full house of women raring to go!!! Plus a supportive audience. Couldn't ask for anything better. Thanks
@thebrokenspine.co.uk & beloved colleague @alanparrywriter.co.uk for holding the match that lit this fire. #NotJustPretty #WomenSpeakUp #WomenSpeakOut
November 9, 2025 at 3:50 PM
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
We've got a full house of women raring to go!!! Plus a supportive audience. Couldn't ask for anything better. Thanks
@thebrokenspine.co.uk & beloved colleague @alanparrywriter.co.uk for holding the match that lit this fire. #NotJustPretty #WomenSpeakUp #WomenSpeakOut
November 8, 2025 at 11:22 PM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
Still unsure if I'll (@alanparrywriter.co.uk) will make this. It's going to be a magnificent celebration of women! Amazing that @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social has done this under The Broken Spine’s banner. So proud of everybody and thankful. #NotJustPretty
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social Karen Pierce Gonzalez @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social · 2d
Tonight! Our #NotJustPretty zoom happens 5pm pst/8pm est. See/hear women poets & artists who creatively break through stereotypes. Still room for listeners. DM for link.
@thebrokenspine.co.uk series. #WomenSupportWomen #WomenSpeakUp #WomenSpeakOut #CanYouHearUs #Poetry #Art
November 8, 2025 at 11:08 PM
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shanmonster.bsky.social
I'll be one of the readers tonight. Come check us out!
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social Karen Pierce Gonzalez @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social · 2d
Tonight! Our #NotJustPretty zoom happens 5pm pst/8pm est. See/hear women poets & artists who creatively break through stereotypes. Still room for listeners. DM for link.
@thebrokenspine.co.uk series. #WomenSupportWomen #WomenSpeakUp #WomenSpeakOut #CanYouHearUs #Poetry #Art
November 8, 2025 at 11:10 PM
karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
Tonight! Our #NotJustPretty zoom happens 5pm pst/8pm est. See/hear women poets & artists who creatively break through stereotypes. Still room for listeners. DM for link.
@thebrokenspine.co.uk series. #WomenSupportWomen #WomenSpeakUp #WomenSpeakOut #CanYouHearUs #Poetry #Art
November 8, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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It’s after midnight so here’s my piece for #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors

‘Saturday Exile c.2002’

Another excellent prompt.

@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Looking forward to reading and replying on Friday and over the weekend
Saturday Exile c.2002 I am a phantasm. Haunting the doorstep, binliner of my life cushioning head. Ben Sherman shirts aren’t made for alfresco sleeping— cotton is cold at 2am. At least the linger of whisky keeps me warm. A drunken day turned into drunker night. When the golden hour strikes I’ll fade into my walls haven / sanctuary / prison hell / heaven ©️ Paul Short, 2025
November 7, 2025 at 12:28 AM
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jenthorne.bsky.social
I'm never sure whether I find @thebrokenspine.co.uk prompts traumatic or cathartic!

Either way, here is my contribution this week (get a cuppa - it's long!)

#PoemsAbout #LockedDoors

#poetry #poetrycommunity #blueskypoets
Inside   The door was closed before I came. I think. Or maybe not. I don’t remember.  I wanted rest, so didn’t argue when they said I’d hurt someone. Maybe that someone was me? I said I didn’t. I didn’t mean it. That’s the same. Isn’t it?    The walls are pretty jigsaws. Sometimes I talk to them. Sometimes they answer. Sometimes they purr when I think too loud.    I think too loud. I know. I try to stop. But thoughts keep pulsing. Don’t wait their turn.  They crowd the room. They press against the door. Flake the tangerine paint Into fragments on the floor.   I pace the floor, check the door is locked. I check it every hour. Count the ticks to make sure. The clock rasps through hours.   The door holds its silence. It’s keeping something out. Or in.  I’m not quite sure which one I am today. It won’t tell.   They said I’d be okay here. It would be safer.  They meant from me. Or maybe not.  I wish I knew. I wish I knew the rules.    I wish the door would open.  Not wide. Just a sliver. Just enough to release the pressure and let the air remind me what is real.  But not too much. I’m not ready for too much.  Not yet.
November 7, 2025 at 2:09 AM
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#PoemsAbout #LockedDoors @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk [thanks for the timely 'prompt']

behind me now
the exit door
& years
of contesting
a lived experience

disabling
my clean bill of health

no going back.
caution
going forwards
thebrokenspine.co.uk The Broken Spine @thebrokenspine.co.uk · 6d
This week isn’t about escape. It’s about what stays shut.
Secrets with a latch. Regret with a bolt.
Write the room you can’t re-enter. The letter never sent.
Tag your post. Use Alt Text. Share from Friday.
Sign up: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
A black-and-white photo of a sealed, arched iron door set into a brick wall. The shot is taken from ground level, rough cobblestones leading the eye toward the door. Top left: The Broken Spine logo (a black fountain pen nib). Top right: “@thebrokenspine.co.uk” in white. Bottom right: bold white text—“Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #LOCKEDDOORS”.
November 7, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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janpsolivagant.bsky.social
#PoemsAbout #LockedDoors @thebrokenspine.co.uk 🙏 to @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social & best wishes to @alanparrywriter.co.uk

#poetry / #photography:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025/2024

#Symbolism #ZinaidaGippius #monochrome #ImageAndVerse #DepthPsychology #bskypoetry #poetrycommunity
Anchorite and Arachnid Dark, clammy and cramped, My world abuts Moss-fringed, head-heighted heavens. From my cell’s cardinal points, Four spiders work away at their webs Night after night, Day upon day. Cunning crafters, they crave no respite. Their bodies - oiled, grimed, and Engorged - Warp silk line upon silk line, Weft sticky spiral after sticky spiral, in Unyielding rounds of Self-same prayer threaded Night after night, Day upon day, in an Unslacking orgy of monotony. Their four webs merge into a Nexus of gossamer monstrosity. Their four turgid bottoms romp in the Dank stench of dust-choked obscurity. Dew-beaded filaments Titillate my brow, Gum up my lashes: Ashen-white strands - So light, so soft – like Fine spittle spun from Marrow. With bestial fervour, Four fat spiders Cavort, carouse as One. After (Пауки, “Spiders”, 1903) by Russian Symbolist poet, Zinaida Gippius (1869-1945) ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2024 Highly contrasted black-and-white image of a large cobweb glistening in the morning sun
November 7, 2025 at 6:10 AM
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and all those participating. Not what I thought I'd write...
November 7, 2025 at 6:31 AM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
This week’s prompt wants your ghosts, your don’t ask me about thats, your barricaded memories.
Post from today through Thursday.
Tag it. Use Alt Text. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché
Read 3. Repost. Reply. Don’t be a ghost.
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A moody, monochrome image of a shut black iron door recessed in a grim brick wall. Camera angle low, focused on rough cobblestones leading to the door. Top left: The Broken Spine logo. Top right: “@thebrokenspine.co.uk”. Bottom right: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #LOCKEDDOORS”.
November 7, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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#PoemsAbout #LockedDoors
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
I will put a reel in the comments, or I won’t.
LOCKED DOORS I’ve learned or been reluctantly convinced to trust the math so if Monty Hall may he rest in peace resurrected his game show host self and showed me Schrödinger’s pussy or a goat behind door number two I would switch my choice but I wouldn’t like it. I want bigger balls to fall faster, I want Columbus to land in India, I want eels born from mud, I want my wife to have less teeth than me, I want ice smaller than water, and I want 77 million Americans to be and to vote smarter, but they ain’t and they’re maybe never gonna.
November 7, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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rburrows.bsky.social
My #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors was a bit of a hurried affair - which is ironic considering the subject matter! And yes I know she’s a hermaphrodite -maybe that’s my picturebook-writing coming through or maybe it’s significant - you decide! 😊Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk 🥰 @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry
November 7, 2025 at 7:06 AM
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rotherwrites.bsky.social
Welcome one and all for this week's @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout theme of #LockedDoors, and why they might be locked, what lies behind them.
Until Alan returns please keep the sharing and feedback alive. It took a long time to build #PoemsAbout to the community it is today. 🎯
The Other Side of Truth Some of them don’t look like doors at all. Take wallets and bank accounts for instance; neither you nor I can see over those walls. We take it on trust what’s on the other side. There’s always something there, something you can rely on; call it truth. But this truth is only ever half of the story, even if it is real. One day you find the key or the ladder to that treasury of wealth, usually money. Your illusionist milks the audience, pulls back the curtain, to reveal nothing. A blank, a void. And that’s the other side of truth. Ugly. © Glenn Barker November 2025
November 7, 2025 at 7:18 AM
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Here’s one for #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Door Without Passage The door leans in its frame, neither closed nor open, its seam of light a promise without witness. You wait, learning the hours by dustfall, the years by the wood's slow warp, believing each breath of hinge a signal of permission. But no hand denies you, no voice refuses. The weight of your own doubt, that drowns out the silence, keeps returning. And at the end, when your body bends toward earth, the door inclines, not to admit, not to refuse, only to cast a shadow where nothing stood.
November 7, 2025 at 7:39 AM
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bernp.bsky.social
Big thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors

A Bad Night

The now-ghoul
glint of
lost eyes
summons up
Blind janus
In the odd motel
Of my head
shade slaver,
Unresting fatal spring,
A choke of snowdrops
Under a winding sheet of winter.
November 7, 2025 at 7:40 AM
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thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
For #poemsabout #LockedDoors @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Harsh Words Spoken Harsh words spoken to me are a locked door. Harsh words I wish to reply are locked in. My red face will not let them on the floor. Turns the lock within, silences the din. A child locked out when mum and dad argue. Crane your ears to hear the cuts and slashes, wound yourself as get too close to the feud, and wet your bed and shame embarrasses. You keep the steel trap door shut and shutdown any further outbursts, lock it all in and further in, dig deep grave deeper down, bury others on top so it can't spin out of the hole, release the others too. Scream out of your head till you're black and blue.
November 7, 2025 at 7:56 AM
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hannahflynn-poetry.bsky.social
When I saw the theme for this week I thought all my poems are about locked doors!

The #poemsabout #lockeddoors gives me the perfect opportunity to reshare my poem "Host", which was published by @viridinelit.bsky.social in its summer issue on Identity

@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Host by Hannah Flynn You took me to your house once- a stone's throw from mine. I wasn't allowed any further than the living room; you stayed on the other side. Surrounded by grown-ups, I was the silly little girl, who had locked herself out. They were nice enough-for people who knew you wouldn't stay long. One made me a cup of tea. I saw us in negative: you white and snowy, me lurking in the corner shadows. Always the hostess and never the invited. Geisha of the tea. Cleaner of the sheets. Hider of the stains.
November 7, 2025 at 8:03 AM
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andywilliamson.com
Something very rough and ready for #poemsabout #lockeddoors, definitely a work in progress! Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk / @thebrokenspine.co.uk and everyone who keeps this wonderful thing going!
What kind of life why are you so in love with an idealised kind of kind of life it all goes on behind locked doors behind a mask of modestly safe suburban world is that all you aspire to or is it hiding a disappointment we can both see I dare you to dream to dream out loud make the world you really desire with me
November 7, 2025 at 8:48 AM