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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 2d

Some magical people made this magical thing... a message whispered through 1,394 artists around the world. The only thing I've written in the last 1.5 years is my contribution to this beautiful chain.

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TELEPHONE

Whispering a message among art forms. Explore the TELEPHONE interactive art exhibition featuring diverse artists and creative expressions.

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Ordinary Notes @hystericalblkns.bsky.social · 2d

Love after Love. Derek Walcott.

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 6d

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 6d

I meant to say, he loved Dickinson and so the reference to "More Life — went out" meant so much to here, especially in context of your beautiful poem about your father 💔

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 6d

What a kindness. Thank you. <3

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 7d

Thank you for this gift, Éireann. All the gifts you keep sharing. Pattern and form, poetry and flowers, earth and rain, makers and thinkers are what help us find the courage we need every day.

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Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 18d

I want to go back, out of the bad stories,

John Ashbery

I want to go back, out of the bad stories,
But there’s always the possibility that the next one . . .
No, it’s another almond tree, or a ring-swallowing frog . . .
Yet they are beautiful as we people them

With ourselves. They are empty as cupboards.
To spend whole days drenched in them, waiting for the next whisper,
For the word in the next room. This is how the princes must have behaved,
Lying down in the frugality of sleep.

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Rebecca R Helm @rebeccarhelm.bsky.social · 18d

I get that the news cycle is packed right now, but I just heard from a colleague at the Smithsonian that this is fully a GIANT SQUID BEING EATEN BY A SPERM WHALE and it’s possibly the first ever confirmed video according to a friend at NOAA

10 YEAR OLD ME IS LOSING HER MIND (a thread 🧵)

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 19d

Thank you so much, Lauren! You are so kind. Sending you wishes for a year of beauty, health, and joy. 🍯 🍎

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Stereogum @stereogum.bsky.social · 26d

There's a new Joan Shelley album out this week. Hear its opening track:

Joan Shelley Shares New Single "Here In The High And Low": Listen

We’re just three days away from another excellent Joan Shelley album. The Louisville-bred, Michigan-based folk singer-songwriter has been building up to Real Warmth, and she’s teasing it today with a ...

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Dr. Lucky Tran @luckytran.com · 24d

Updated map of the Northeast Public Health Collaborative. Health departments who have officially confirmed that they are part of the collaborative include Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York State, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Vermont and New York City.

Map Regional Public Health Coalitions
Northeast Public Health Collaborative states shaded in blue
West Coast Health Alliance states shaded in yellow
Updated September 18, 2025
Map: @luckytran • Created with Datawrapper

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 26d

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 26d

Goals 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 26d

I ordered a large number of bulbs to plant this fall. Tomorrow I'll order more.

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Merriam-Webster @merriam-webster.com · 27d

We all know ‘tragedy’ comes from Greek.

‘tragos’ = goat

‘aeidein’ = to sing

So ‘tragedy’ originally meant “goat song.”

Not to be confused with the GOAT song, which is probably “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman.

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 27d

Thank you. It really was. <3

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · 27d

Took a long drive this weekend with my girl, through small New England towns and farms, to visit the fair. Ate junk food. Visited the livestock and giant pumpkin. Missed M with all our hearts. Cried a bit, laughed a lot. Listened to music the whole way. Sang sang sang.

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Tedeschi Trucks Band ~ Midnight In Harlem

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 5

Safe travels!

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 5

Thank you! ♥️

Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 4

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 4

Oh, thank you! Me, too. He had some very special watches, including his father's watch, a gorgeous pocket watch, the watch he wore to our wedding. Our daughter, especially, really wanted them and we had looked (nearly) everywhere....

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 4

Thank you. Every day is full of such strange things, discoveries, memories.

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pumpkin spice Toddé @toddedillard.bsky.social · Sep 2

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

Present Tense
by Todd Dillard

My father’s telling me about his dog,
how it fell into a well
when they were walking down a wooded path.
His dog ran across some rotted planks,
the planks splintered, “And whoosh!”
my father says. “No more dog.”
I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M.
“I’m not finished,” he says.
He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket,
how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down,
and yelled for the dog to get in.
“But all I pulled up was more barking.”
“Dad,” I say. “This never happened.”
He says he can’t remember
how long he tried to get the dog
to shimmy into the bucket.
Just that at some point
when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“
as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“
he decided to give up.
“Dad,” I say. “It’s late.
I’m tired. And you’re dead.”
“Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!”
My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt
and pouring the dirt into the well.
And I know what he’s getting at, I know
he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket
he filled the well and
the dog jumped out. He’s going to say
something about how the dog
led him home through the dark.
I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.
“Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?”
I keep lowering the bucket
but all I ever pull up are leaves.
Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Sep 3

For a year-and-a-half, I've searched the house for my dearest's watches. He had a habit of putting things away in unusual places. Our minds were so similar yet different. This morning, I found them all in one strange place. Some sort of portent that relieved and undid me. Time, grief, and all that.

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Rebecca S @grongar.bsky.social · Aug 31

Hugs ♥️

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