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Sadie Maskery
@saccharinequeen.bsky.social
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Functions adequately.

New poetry published by Red Ogre, 'The Usual Apologies '
(https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DYVL2PZC )

Short story collection coming with Acid Bath Press later in the year. May contain smut.
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He objects to the weather. And everything else today, to be honest.
Void cat glaring from his teepee, with a bah humbug santa hat (black rather than red) perched on the teepee top.
December 8, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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@extrateethmag.bsky.social OMBGG* That was a splendid evening, bewildered and enchanted to be allowed to be part of it. Issue 10 is a stunning thing. And @portybooks.bsky.social is a wonderful haven.
Really great readings, utterly compelling Me needing a wee
December 3, 2025 at 9:58 PM
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If you see this, post your getaway vehicle
Richard Scarry mouse in a tiny yellow car, fleeing from a big green toothy mouth.
November 24, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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I was thinking, is this 'having fun and being part of a thing and being relaxed in company' ... normality? Such lovely people, such good friends. And look what we made, we made satchels!
A gremlin pokes her head into a group selfy. There are three bags in the background, bespoked to the gunnels with coloured straps and lids.
November 23, 2025 at 10:07 AM
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@scritti1.bsky.social hello lovely!!!
Dandelion clock
November 22, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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Absolute trust. #Cat
The black void cat in total surrender to the soft bed, blithely accepting my hand tickles on his upturned belly because noone would ever be mean to him even though he is a fecking arse to us.
November 20, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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Aw, oh well. Would anyone like a nice poetry collection, lightly used? #Poetry
Screenshot of rejection email. I am afraid we have not selected 'Have You Tried Turning Off and On Again' for publication next year. Gena and I were really drawn to your poems and it was a tough decision to let you go. We only did so after a lot of discussion about the many captivating qualities in your writing, which we summarise below: "Witty, sharp, often raw; mixes humour with lyric intensity, though sometimes prose‑like. Recurring themes of relationships, work, social critique; varied but recognisably hers. Bold, distinctive voice; competition wins and publication credits add visibility." Ultimately, our decision came down to the presence on our shortlist of a poet who we felt more strongly about. I know this is a really disappointing end to the anticipation you will have been feeling and we would like to thank you for sharing your full collection, your ambitions for your work and your very engaging video clips. We wish you well with this collection and hope you will bear us in mind whenever you have another selection of your work in the offing. I got on the shortlist, though!
November 19, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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Made a wee guy from air drying clay on the holiday and don't know what to call him.
Little grotesque face, tongue probing one nostril. The holes were for hanging stray earrings (my ears aren't pierced but I like rescuing odd earrings from being thrown away) but if you breathe on this it's likely to disintegrate so maybe they are just holes for holes' sakes.
November 18, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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Gorgeous booty from a splendid man / splendid booty from a gorgeous man. Thank you so much @dickon-edwards.bsky.social, can't wait to dive in x
Post Sadie Maskery ‪@saccharinequeen.bsky.social‬ Gorgeous booty from a splendid man / splendid booty from a gorgeous man. Thank you so much @dickon-edwards.bsky.social, cant wait to dive in x Dickon Edwards Diary at the Centre of the Eartg, vol 1 1997-2007, with a luscious yellow Aubrey Beardsleyesque cover... plus pretty postcards and a black and white copy of the cover. Copies available from www.poniesandhorsesbooks.com or www.dickonedwards.com ALT 17 November 2025 at 12:34 Everybody can reply Dickon Edwards Diary at the Centre of the Earth, vol 1 1997-2007, with a luscious yellow Aubrey Beardsleyesque cover... plus pretty postcards and a black and white copy of the cover. Copies available from www.poniesandhorsesbooks.com or www.dickonedwards.com
November 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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What I love about this jigsaw, other than the delight it is giving the cats, is that THIS WAS THE BEST PHOTOGRAPH. They looked at all the family pictures and thought, yes, let's use the one of Queen Mary reminiscing about days when she could behead oikish photographers.
Jigsaw puzzle of the Royal Family, c1950, with Queen Mary looking nauseated, King George staring at the carpet, Prince Charles looking like a grumpy brat, and Queen Elizabeth spotting some gin on the other side of the room. Princess Elizabeth and Prince look disappointingly normal. You don't need that piece, human, said the black cat, standing in the middle of a barely started jigsaw puzzle and reducing it back to fragments as his elder tabby mentor nods approvingly.
November 16, 2025 at 5:15 PM
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Home again!
Small void cat snuggled in an unkempt bed. In the background is a suitcase that at some point today I will unpack. But not yet.
November 16, 2025 at 9:32 AM
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My daughter takes a photo of me that i am happy with! How does she do that?
Me, looking right moody and floaty in my black charity shop trousers.
November 14, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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Today is the goat
A supermodel goat poses in sunshine under a tree One goat ahead of the others on a hilly road. Landscape bleak but beautiful A judgemental goat
November 12, 2025 at 2:45 PM
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There is a splendid cat in this picture.
Funchal from up a bit, with a tuxedo cat judging the tourist from down a bit.
November 10, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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One of the happiest-making bookshops in Tenerife, and my €4 treasure #ReRead #PenguinPaperback
Cover of Nairn's London, a 1960s Penguin paperback with some great photographs inside and a splendid red bus on the front.
November 10, 2025 at 7:44 AM
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Tenerife wanders
Flowers in La Guancha La Guancha coast Lava tube action plus spider webs Oh lady x
November 7, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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Cats of Lanzarote
Small stray tabby cat thinking deep thoughts. Yes I am beautiful now give me food, tourist. An owned cat, sleek and pale with a pretty collar. A cat taking ownership of Alex.
November 6, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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I should have bought it... today's Funchal charity shop regret.
I mean, I don't have the descriptive power for this book cover. But she looks as if she has lost something and he is wondering why she is rummaging around his trousers to find it. Os Homens na Minha Vida...
November 4, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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Dunes on Gran Canaria (on holiday with daughter, hurray)
Dune and dead stick, artistic shadows and ripples sort of thing Ripples and wind Cat
November 2, 2025 at 10:27 AM
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Jack Caradoc of @dreich.bsky.social very kindly sent out a free Halloween pdf of the Horror issue from 2021 (2022?), so, belatedly, here is a Halloween poem, although depressingly timeless. #Poetry
I worry for the birds I worry for the birds that eat the eyes of war dead, we curse them but the squeeze and pop and gush, black gelatinous ooze with iron tang, bloody slop following squelch, quench of thirst must seem a happy thing to a tired hungry crow when humanity is monstrous and leaves its children splayed to dessicate in cratered dust. Who could in honesty say if, scrawny winged and faced with a corpsy picnic pretty laid they would not fly to sit on a sunken, hollow throat and be tempted, a bit.
November 2, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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I know, I KNOW it is really wanky, but yes I have saved a John Lewis Quality Street tin from 2024 and yes I will be playing coffee creme, coconut, and solid choc tetris to give it the density of a black hole when I ram on the lid and fork out £15. #WhatBabyJesusWouldHaveWanted
John Lewis sign. This year's (tiny) tin costs £12 to fill, and they assume that works out as a unit cost of £1.71 per 100g. The old tins you may fill for £15, and believe me I will be getting the unit cost waaaaay below the £1.29 they posit. There are other options on the sign but really wot is point.
October 31, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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Hello, would anyone like to come to a thing in #Portobello #Edinburgh on the evening of 3rd December with books and stories and pub after? Free? Not just me but awesome people with humungous talent and rizz? #Booksky #IndependentBookshops 📚 💙 #FurtherDetailsAsNewsBreaks @extrateethmag.bsky.social
Photo of Portobello Bookshop, Edinburgh, where Issue 10 of Extra Teeth is having its launch on the 3rd December from 7-8pm.
October 29, 2025 at 7:31 PM
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Duvet weather
Small black void under bed covers looking like he would prefer if I got the camera out of his face, actually Why the big.... paws
October 28, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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Thank you to #Causeway #Cabhsair for this phenomenal publication and my inclusion. A great read. #Poetry #ScottishPoetry #WrittenWord #BookSky 📚 💙
Sadie poetry, blah blah Front cover of Causeway, a magazine of Irish and Scottish Writing ISSN2044-2688
October 28, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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www.afterpoetry.com/poem/oct-07-...

Forgot about this! Thank you so much @afterpoetry.com

#Ekphrasis #Ekphrastic #PrettyBloodyAnnoyedActually
After viewing the installation I was irritable for hours ​ After Mire Lee’s Open Wound in the Tate Modern‘s Turbine Hall A child, small – staring at what seems shredded cocoons of hellspore hung suspended in a vast tomb, or cauls, slip slapping down a turbine that creaks and leaks, the loathly creep of chains through slime drenched floor – turns away towards the door. A tour guide holds forth on body horror, the decayed viscera of industrial decline, yah de blah, but no, it‘s worse than that. It‘s revolting pretentiousness. If sludge congealed upon the wires and grew into those membranous demon wing parts splayed to chill the core of cognoscenti then perhaps I would be unnerved. But these are faux flayed drapes – plastic canvas pre-tattered to ensure they fan and drip through pastel gore with sufficient sloppiness to awe. Schlock horror mockery, a freaky grift. What puerile ego creates carnival tawdry, clunking, cartoon hell, when Armageddon is birthing in bloody reality? Clever to repeat interminably the same trick, a production line of necrotic parts ichor dripping on the brick. More skins hung by a bored technician. Gimmicks from a failed magician. Behind the poem... Mire Lee‘s Open Wound consists of a turbine repurposed to drape then lift sheets stretched on wires – hung in the ceiling space of the Tate Modern‘s Turbine Hall – through a pan of viscous pale fluid. The installation is designed to run for months, and as time passes, more ‘skins’ are displayed. Lee states that the work represents the mood of a derelict construction site, mutating the Turbine Hall into a space of dream and distant memory. I felt it was contrived to be shocking for shock‘s sake, rather than to explore a deeper meaning. I shouldn‘t have gone when I was spoiling for a bad time after a crappy morning.
October 26, 2025 at 6:23 PM