Kay Medway
@kaymedway.bsky.social
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I’m a library assistant and poet with work published in The Dirigible Balloon, Disabled Tales, Dreambeast Poems, and featured on Brian Moses’s blog. My poems are forthcoming in Scaryness Express.
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#PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe

I explore with different line breaks here.
The muse doesn’t distort, like I do,  
    in the quick of a still of her on a YouTube screen.  
Her smile isn’t subtle, unlike mine;  
    it holds our attention, always seen,  
    even in conversation or her concentration on subject.  
The muse impresses, unlike me.  
    She doesn’t have days where her ideas stall  
    or delay in their delivery.

The muse is generous,  
    well-read in everything: in pamphlet and zine.  
The muse is original in her approach.  
    Nothing else you’ll find on the same subject as hers  
    will be exactly identical,  
    though what she offers is universal, relevant,  
    applicable to my little world.

The muse buzzes  
    with the currents and circuits of her inner workings of ideas.  
The muse manages smiles, enthusiastic,  
    and hurries on a Sunday.  
The muse must have a lot to juggle and do,  
    like me too.
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#PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe

@thebrokenspine.co.uk

The muse must have
a lot to juggle and do, like me too.

An Imperfect Me Among a Perfect Muse
by Kay Medway

The muse doesn’t distort, like I do,  
in the quick of a still of her on a YouTube screen.  

Her smile isn’t subtle, unlike mine;  
it holds our attention, always seen,  
even in conversation or her concentration on subject.

The muse impresses, unlike me.  
She doesn’t have days  
where her ideas stall  
or delay in their delivery.

The muse is generous,  
well-read in everything:  
in pamphlet and zine.  
The muse is original in her approach.  
Nothing else you’ll find  
on the same subject as hers  
will be exactly identical,  
though what she offers is universal,  
relevant,  
applicable to my little world.


The muse buzzes  
with the currents and circuits  
of her inner workings of ideas.

The muse manages smiles,  
enthusiastic,  
and hurries on a Sunday.

The muse must have  
a lot to juggle and do, like me too.
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
It begins: #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe. Share from today ‘til Thursday. Tag your work or it’s lost. Use Alt Text if there’s an image. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché. Read/repost/reply to 3+. No ghosting. For weekly prompts: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
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Hello, here is your #wordoftheweek!

#writingcommunity #writingforchildren #writingprompt #poetryforkids #PoetryCommunity #poetryforchildren #kidlit
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Hey #kidlit #poets! We're looking for a few camping/nature poems for a school collaboration. I'd love for these to be in a variety of forms. DM us or email @ [email protected] if you've got something that fits this. These will be used as examples for kids during their camping themed lit night!
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
New theme lands tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe. Don’t post early—Friday to Thursday only. Give the mess its moment. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout to be seen. Get sharp prompts sent direct: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
An ornate antique mirror with a heavily tarnished and speckled surface, reflecting a faint, distorted background. The frame is baroque-style, featuring elaborate gold and black detailing with a sculpted lion's face at the top. In the top left is The Broken Spine logo shaped like a fountain pen nib. The website "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" is written in white at the top right. At the bottom right, bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #IMPERFECTME".
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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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Sunday Supplement
Leaf through the fashion glosses
Where to buy the new

#SmallPoemSunday #Haiku
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Absolutely love that final phrase.

From @kathyfagan.bsky.social's book, Bad Hobby: bookshop.org/a/862/9781571315458

#poetry #books #writing
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Calling all poetry lovers: Expedition Press is hosting their first-ever broadside contest!

We've long partnered with Expedition Press for broadsides and more. To participate, submit your work by October 31st! ✨ More details at their website: https://bit.ly/485ByHb
A carousel of three images. The first has a yellow background and reads: "Expedition Press' Broadside Contest is now open! Expedition Press is hosting their first-ever broadside contest, and we wanted to share the love, spread the word, and let you know! Scroll through to see their stunning broadside of Victoria Chang's poem from The Trees Witness Everything." 

The following two pages depict the broadside in its packaging and against a worn wooden table backdrop. The poem reads: "There is a bird and a stone / in your body. Your job is not / to kill the bird with the stone." —Victoria Chang
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We’re looking for your #poetry that encapsulates ‘connection’ on however you interpret it. We’ve just opened #submissions for our first publication, and we want to read your #words. Submit here: skinspoetry.weebly.com #poem #poems #writingcommunity #poet #Writing #poets #poetrysky #writingsky
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Something Gothic this way comes… Submissions are OPEN for The Havisham Steps: Modern Gothic Poetry. We want poems of neon dread, fractured love, haunted minds.

Closing date: October 31st

#PoetrySubmissions #SubmissionWindow #TheHavishamSteps #ModernGothicPoetry
Something Gothic This Way Comes: Submit to The Havisham Steps: Modern Gothic Poetry - The Broken Spine
Submissions Open Throughout October 2025 | Publication in 2026
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The Ghost in the Display Window Prompt:
#Poem #Poetry #PoemsAbout
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One of my favorite Autumn poems.

From Robert Bly's Morning Poems: bookshop.org/a/862/9780060928735

#poetry #booksky #writing
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Casual reminder that we're open for chapbook submissions all month long. Send in your loves and rages, your scars and scares, your humors and porpoises. Your weird visions of the future. We're here for it all, fam!

www.glass-poetry.com/submissions....
Submissions Guidelines | Glass Poetry Press
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#poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
I know you said not to excessively  
buy, but  

those educational wooden blocks and toys:  
a sewing machine toy set for Theodore,  
a garden of flowers in wood to tend to,  
as with Daddy,  
on the ideal for a football goal garden,  
but his own.  

For Alma:  
xylophone, musical,  
all at such a good price.  

I will keep them,  
but till I see them,  

I still have them.
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#poem #poetry #numerical
Legal Inventory
by Kay Medway
1. Constitutional and administrative law tutorial.  
2. Two years for an intensive fast track style degree.  
3. European law seminars, then known as European Union law.  
4. Law of Tort lectures.  
5. Family law lectures.  
6. Months into the course until an option offered of deferring entry.  
7. Expensive criminal law course textbooks.  
8. First term exam results of 2.2 marks on a law school building wall.  
9. Red university folders stamped with a gold crest.  
10. Sessions in legal databases and case search with the librarian in its library.
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"The rooster is dreaming of a fox whose “colour was betwixe yelow and reed.”
An excerpt from This Is Orange by Rachel Poliquin and Julie Morstad https://bit.ly/46D4fKs #kidlit
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#poem #poetry #prompt

Choosing to do something difficult.
How to tell on you.

Choosing to do something difficult.  
How to tell on you.  

Some, and I don't know how they always are  
or sometimes are with others,  
but to us, they're often rather prone to a cheekiness,  
a quick, sharp flicker of comments,  
like pellets of harsh, unasked-for rain,  
a doubt that what we've already said is true.  

The housekeeping, I don't know how or why,  
falls to only a certain two of us,  
like a mountain of litter,  
accumulating until it demands our attention.  

The acceptance: someone must tend to it.  
The notes, diaries,  
like condolences to a friendship's end  
I wish had never needed writing.
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I want your empowering/supportive/disability justice messages, poems, and sentiments for the Disability in Dystopia Anthology!

I'm going to make them into art for the collection.

Submit a picture or typed message to [email protected] 💌 from now until November 1st!
#books #disability
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In the bottom left there is a slightly askew neon green mail sticker with the image of a green gas cloud and a skull. To the right of that is light pink text that reads "Write an empowering and supportive disability justice message, poem, or sentiment. Take a picture & submit to dis-anthology@outlook.com It will be included in a collage inside the upcoming anthology!"
At the very bottom, centred, in bright green text, is the message "if you cannot hand write it.I can do that for you! Simply submit it as a typed message."
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#Poem #Poetry #triolet
She was, for many a fan, a first savouring of any form of comedy.  
An earliest memory from when watching television.  
Watching with a great grandma, her afternoon get-well remedy.  
She was, for many a fan, a first savouring of any form of comedy.  
Her surname spelt, so famous for any sketch of melody.  
A how-to approach the day with a laughter revision.  
She was, for many a fan, a first savouring of any form of comedy.  
An earliest memory from when watching television.