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Sue Finch (she/her)
@suefinch.bsky.social
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Poet. Coach. #ElasticBandPhotos. Loves coasts, peculiar things and the scent of ice-cream freezers. ‘Magnifying Glass’ and ‘Welcome to the Museum of a Life’ published by Black Eyes Publishing UK.
https://suefinch.co.uk/
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Today’s joy was remembering to pause for a mince pie and a cup of tea…
November 21, 2025 at 7:52 PM
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Lots of things brought me to coaching. Wanting to make a difference was one of them...
November 20, 2025 at 9:39 AM
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Today’s joy is settled in my heart from yesterday when I found a random bread roll full moon on my walk, and then got the chance to say hello in real life to Tanita Tikaram.⭐️🎵🎤❤️
November 19, 2025 at 9:45 AM
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Happy sixteenth birthday to ‘The Bagel of Love’!
November 14, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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Many things brought me to coaching, 'The Joy of Sharing Time' is one of them...
November 13, 2025 at 11:31 AM
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Today’s joy is a poem, inspired by words on a vending machine, on a lilac page in @eatthestorms.com
HAVE THE BEST SEX YOU’VE EVER HAD That’s what it says on a vending machine in the toilets in a pub with kaleidoscope carpets. I feel momentarily guilty for being tired lately, for not doing the things we did when we first met. Someone comes in so I move to the hand dryer and resist the temptation to ask them what they think about this invitation. I picture us two, decades ago in our rented flat. What we did back then was pretty spectacular and it’s rather nice to think there’s going to be more. I won’t tell you I got my inspiration from a sign in The Ladies.
November 7, 2025 at 6:30 AM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching, and I am pleased that coaching itself brought me to coaching!
November 5, 2025 at 11:36 AM
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‘New Hat’ and ‘Jaguar Skin’.
(A discarded elastic band with a small stone on top under a kerb stone. A discarded elastic band on a pavement where the damp spots are like the clouds on a jaguar.)
November 4, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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Looking forward to reading at the zoom launch for this beauty tonight @eatthestorms.com
November 4, 2025 at 11:27 AM
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November on the calendars brings:

#LookThere Ronnie jumping for joy in Whitstable.

#ElasticBandPhotos ‘On the Diving Board’ A discarded elastic makes the shape of a person’s head, and the paving lines add the figure of a diver.
November 1, 2025 at 7:15 AM
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Today’s joy is my mum’s reaction to receiving this envelope. Laughing that I hadn’t even noticed, and feeling glad I have an electronic calendar to keep me on track.
October 31, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching. 'The Clarity and Joy of Thinking Out Loud' is one of them...
October 28, 2025 at 7:24 AM
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Here’s to the joy of leaning on the barrier at a gig, being immersed in music and to being able to meet Wendy James at the merch table afterwards.
The barrier at The Tiv. Photo with Wendy James.
October 26, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching. 'The Need for Change' is one of them...
October 23, 2025 at 9:06 AM
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Writing a poem about writing a poem about writing a poem...
THE POET CONSIDERS THREE CHOICES FOR THEIR TRUTH The poet is the poet. The poet addresses the reader. She is the poet. And each is a mirror with a different frame and the poet is reflected. And look how they stare as they press pause on the moment and the truth silvers the grey, etches the lines.
October 21, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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Today’s joy is minty tea and catch up time with a lovely friend, it is also a walk where the acorns are falling (including a sniff from a bovine creature) and may well also be chocolate cake.
October 17, 2025 at 12:32 PM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching. 'Rediscovering Clarity and Balance' is one of them...
October 16, 2025 at 9:01 AM
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Today's joy is being the kind of poet that celebrates their books' birthdays. Happy 5th to Magnifying Glass...
Chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream. Plated. A for has been used to etch the number 5 in the icing.
October 15, 2025 at 9:09 AM
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Currently working on editing some poems when this poem about writing poems appeared…
PRETEND SHE’S IN A FILM I write it first person to get the truth out. When I finish it stings like palmed nettles. Air judders from my lungs as I push my chair back but I can’t take my eyes off the words. Let’s make her she watch her from a distance pretend she’s in a film and wait for that happy ending.
October 14, 2025 at 10:49 AM
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Celebrating a new episode of @eatthestorms.com!
October 12, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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Today’s joy involves badgers and poetry and this wonderful bottle of ‘Badgered’ pills from @poetrypharmacy.bsky.social Delighted to see my lines there and to read all the others.
October 10, 2025 at 5:38 AM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching...

'Knowing What Potential Burnout Feels Like' is one of them.
October 9, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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There are many things that brought me to coaching...

'The Spark of 1:1 Connection' is one of them.
October 7, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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Today’s joy is an Autumn Wreath…
October 3, 2025 at 12:20 PM
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TOFFEE HAMMERS Chinks of tarnish interrupt the shine now, and our hiding places have all grown small. Days of, don’t tell mum, of wrestling, of being winded and still not telling, have fallen behind us. Not blemished back then, no hint of rust on those solid hammers. We could be on the floor and up again, sitting on the settee, crossing our legs, tapping for the reflex, laughing as a foot kicked out involuntarily. The brown rug our tournament ring where we fought for possession. Each round ended with the warning of mum’s slippered feet as her hips swayed her up the passageway. We flung ourselves against cushions to look settled, pretend our innocence. Made the hammer invisible; stuffed in a pocket, gripped in a fist, or shoved down inside a sock – a hard cold knock on the knuckle of an ankle bone. One point to the one who had it in their keeping when she entered. A momentary win while we were getting our breath back, eyeing each other for the next round. Preparing to hold tight, fight on.
October 2, 2025 at 10:25 AM