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Carolyn Thomas
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Welsh poet and writer in exile on Tyneside. Poems in Anthropocene, Dreich, The Ekphrastic Review, Impossible Archetype, These Pages Sing and elsewhere including Broken Spine’s Coffeehouse podcast. Stories in Gwasg Honno anthologies
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The sorrow which with people must 'wear' the weight of war on their skin can be so palpable that it hurts others just to see it. How to hold that with reverence requires very few words, doesn't it? #poemsabout #dogtags @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #staycreative
November 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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At the lovely Book-ish Abergavenny #choosebookshops @honnopress.bsky.social
November 22, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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It’s our bookshop signing day with Mari Ellis Dunning and Carys Shannon. Come say hello at our stops along the way 👋🏻

Just popped into The Hours Brecon. Up next @book-ish.bsky.social in Abergavenny at 11am
November 22, 2025 at 10:35 AM
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MY NAME IS❗A poem I wrote about otherization, has found a home in the beautiful new issue of DUST POETRY. It forms part of a collection of 30 poems entitled DEAR WORLD... 🌍
Thank you to editors Tara Wheeler & Catherine Redford.✌🏼
#DearWorld
#Projection
#Otherization
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November 22, 2025 at 9:56 AM
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For #PoemsAbout #DogTags here is ‘Memorial Service’

Will catch up later @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Memorial Service He’s bought medals from eBay. Bought the uniform from Army Surplus. War stories stolen from Hollywood and Pinewood. Burton, Savalas, Caine. At the Cenotaph, He swaps salutes with the wounded, scarred, nervous, whose eyes he can’t hold, but tales he’ll recycle. His legs bolt a rapid one-two retreat at confrontation. In the safety of his home he reloads, more medals— delivered in 4 working days.
November 21, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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Get out on the trails and desert tracks.
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Regine Ebner will take you into the baking deserts of Arizona, into the hills where the mountain lions stalk & right up close to the deadly click of the rattlesnake; those windswept, faded bordertowns ♥️

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November 22, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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Thankyou so much to the wonderful editors @dustpoetry.bsky.social for selecting my poem on antenatal counselling and prematurity for the very moving Dear World Issue www.dustpoetry.co.uk/post/the-tin...
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#poemsabout
The Tiny Nappy by Elizabeth Osmond
The Tiny Nappy I find it helps to show, so I takeone of the tiny nappies with me.Smaller than the smallest panty liner-you cannot find them in Tescos.I hand them around at lecturesa palm-width slip of...
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November 22, 2025 at 8:41 AM
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I offer this for #poemsabout #dogtags @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #StayCreative #PoetsSupportPoets
Ukrainian Dog Tags     No one wore them We all knew who they were Boys at play in vineyards And wheatfields Almost grown Into fine men Ploughed under On battlefields Watered with tears - Bloodied homeland Invasion Reaps only what it sows karen pierce gonzalez
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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As my beloved Constantinople is often called the city of the worlds desire, here’s another for #PoemsAbout #Desire @thebrokenspine.co.uk
City of the World's Desire A glint not water, not quite promise, just flickers at the hinge of continents. Streets refuse their names. A dome lifts like an unanswered question. Wind tastes of salt and a rumour of gold. You think you've arrived, but every corner slips sideways, a palimpsest of footsteps you cannot follow. Desire here is architecture: arches leaning into absence, a wall held up by all it remembers. Voices braid themselves through alleys of unspent longing. Nothing begins; everything echoes. And the strait, that restless throat, keeps whispering departures, as if the city were the dream before you dream it. You walk until the light turns colourless, until even the horizon falters, and still, in the half-thought between breaths, the city tilts its face toward you, unclaimed, unclaimable, wanting to be wanted.
November 15, 2025 at 10:11 AM
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Four today’s #PoemsAbout , #Desire that pulses through the subconscious—looking for cracks to gush out…

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#Oulens #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poetry
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November 15, 2025 at 5:41 AM
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More snails I’m afraid! #PoemsAbout #Desire @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk Happy Friday!
#parasite #poetry
November 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
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Good morning my fellow #PoemsAbout #Desire poets!
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Another exciting prompt! I am excited to read and experience everyone's artistic prowess!
November 14, 2025 at 2:25 PM
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For #poemsabout #desire @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk Three faces of desire:
Allow Me to see the skull in your passion the teeth in your desire to caress the bones of your delight the sinews of your breath to delve the niches of longing the cleft of floods My Freezing Desire for you clichés my words. We shiver as we touch. Each caress brings striations of ice over skin, blood bubbles to the surface. Our cold air stretches our lungs makes it hard to breathe. My body is alabaster, yours marble. Sex is a fridge turned up highest. Someday we must defrost. We Must Damage Each to feel anything for one another. I take this razor and cut your cheek until it bleeds. You reply with a needles stab in my leg. The blood drips as we continue our intimate conversation. Clearly this is most intense love and desire.
November 14, 2025 at 7:39 AM
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#PoemsAbout #Desire
(This is a concrete poem in the shape of a tapering mushroom) Fungal Venus is born not from a white shell, but a tender mushroom cap. Waxen taut, she descends stalactite-like, as a stem. Love's absent, then very there. Fruiting body, impertinent in its abrupt emergence. Final knot of a tender weaving of mycelial threads, beneath desire's warm soil.
November 14, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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A wee contribution to this week's #poemsabout #desire. Short, simple, an old poem re-written, nice to revisit it. Thanks everyone for the wonderful sharing, particularly thinking of @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
You I ache for you we cannot be together without this ocean in between I desire you the landscape of your body mapping softness to my touch your head resting on my shoulder
November 14, 2025 at 9:30 AM
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Hello everyone for this week's @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout.

Two Remembrance ceremonies and a Remembrance Day poetry group have knocked the harshness out of me. #Desire has taken me back to writing the intangible.

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Persuasion It’s more a conviction, season’s feather-finger touch, than jolt, a subtle landslide shift, say coastal shingle drift, seeing from other placed eyes a distinct attention shift, a hint, a shoulder touch, word or inflection, that stirs and latches into movement, as of a lock or escapement, releasing energy in a click or glide, a move you recognise only later, the movement having already taken you, your pulse much more animated more definite in hue and feel. Call it desire; I call it persuasion. © Glenn Barker November 2025
November 14, 2025 at 7:02 AM
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Hullo #poemsabout #desire @thebrokenspine.co.uk @karenpgonzalez.bsky.social
An old one, from far away student days. Hope you are on the mend Alan. Thanks all.
The Going Back Room Afterwards lying on my bed alone, I hear ceiling steps above, then metallic pulses from a tap: the heartbeat of a chugging pipe restored, and deafening still you facing me, having left the certainty of your chair to lock and check again the door before that your voice murmuring something soft and small, a footnote unheard, uneeded, just cluttering it all further back again getting close, my fingers brushing milky flesh within that seasoned kink of wayward buttons further still to 3:00 when sunlight hemmed those suffering curtains, you, here in my room, the building heat, so stultifying to even earlier, an age away, when content to just observe you as a voyeur: head bowed over desk, novel and notes, spread or propped, and at 2:00 when you arrived and only an oscillating fan vicariously could reach for you and wandering backwards ever more all the way to the day, that walk in the park, when I suggested we could study together, not daring to see your face as I spoke, by either hiding among those clouds, the ones so teased, caught like wool on wire, or down below stuck within the many fossils of muddy studs on show.
November 14, 2025 at 8:03 AM
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We took what was not ours
from another's table—
devouring it whole,
so that no one could
reclaim it...

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November 14, 2025 at 7:20 AM
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This is my #PoemsAbout poem about #Desire. I had a really bad day on Tuesday. I desired alcohol to get me through the hurt. I know it works. If we met, then I wouldn't be 18 weeks alcohol free today.

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#poetry #poetrycommunity #hardweek #nottoday
November 14, 2025 at 9:54 AM
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A quick #haiku in response to today's #PoemsAbout response #Desire from @thebrokenspine.co.uk. Very best wishes to @alanparrywriter.co.uk. Looking forward to reading and responding to other responses #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
November 14, 2025 at 11:14 AM
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#PoemsAbout #Desire @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#newpoem / #photography:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025/2007

#poetrycommunity #Symbolism #ImageAndVerse #ClassicMono #Abstract #shadow
Penumbra Penumbra - Limbered with Aplomb of Ages Unborn. Jacob’s Ladder - Amid a litter of Vapid suburbs - Glimpsed, Countenanced from Forgotten Lookouts. Throughfares, Appetency-spoored, Throng with progeny; Jangle idly with Clamour of galère, Ill-willed coterie. Feral squall of Rout-scrum Multitudes in the Midst of Abounding Wonder. Now - Each Second courts Cataclysm. Now - Each Lust-itch Lifts the Lid on the Abysmal. Ineffable Horror of Glib Lucidity - Held, Noted in a Holloway of Blackened Houses. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 After Я провижу гордые тени (“I foresee proud shadows”, 1899), by Valery Bryusov (1873-1924), Russian Symbolist ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2007 Monochrome image of the shadow of a crane head cast upon the iconic facade of the Institut du Monde Arabe in Paris.
November 14, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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For the #PoemsAbout #Desire prompt from @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
November 14, 2025 at 8:28 AM
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For #PoemsAbout #Desire this is a piece called ‘A Snake Sheds Its Skin In Eden’.

Will catch up later with others work.

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A Snake Sheds Its Skin In Eden I watch the saliva-slick river of devilbright pomegranate juice snake down the canyons of her face. Forbidden fruit. Her flesh, plucked from the harp of my rib— naked, as my maker is brutal. Soft. Cold. Prickled. Unforbidden fruit, mine to savour. Are you staring too? Are you staring too? Are you? I can’t hear you over lust in your breath and gritchurn of teeth. Admire the pinnacle of creation. I hold the power of the divine, your new God. A snake writhes. Ecdysis in motion. Beasts, ever-changing— succumb to temptation, gorge yourself.
November 14, 2025 at 7:13 AM
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For this week's #PoemsAbout #Desire with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and all those participating.
November 14, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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morning Friday
from a very wet Sheffield
here’s my little “throwaway” poem
for #PoemsAbout #Desire and
a big thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poems #poetry
#poetsonBlueSky
have a great weekend everyone everywhere & take care 🚶🏽‍➡️🚮🙋‍♂️
November 14, 2025 at 11:15 AM