Jude
@jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
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Family, Female. Springsteen fan. Poetry. Gardening. Nature
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Lovely Roger. I like the pace and visually I'm there.
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bestforbritain.org
Chris Philp: "Now, what I've got to tell you now will shock you. There is a so-called Anti Racism Commitment Plan that literally says: policing should not be colour-blind."

Only, it literally does not. It just explains the difference between equality and equity. ~AA
Anti-racism and racial equity
Our commitment to anti-racism means

Taking a stand against racism in all its forms
Proactively identifying, understanding and tackling racial inequalities in policing
Reforming policies and practices that lead to people from different ethnic groups being over-policed, under-protected or marginalised
Working with partners to tackle the racial inequalities that exist in wider society and which are reproduced and sometimes exacerbated by policing
Our commitment to racial equity means

Producing equality of policing outcomes for people from different ethnic groups by responding to individuals and communities according to their specific needs, circumstances and experiences, with understanding that these will be racialised and with the aim of reducing harm.
It does not mean treating everyone ‘the same’ or being ‘colour blind’ (racial equality).
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
The utter #shame of the #Jenrick rant is that his government was in office all the years that poverty has been growing in places where homelessness (often hidden) has grown, local services are run down or non-existent and private landlords have been let free to destroy communities. #TrumpPlaybook 😡
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garvanwalshe.org
During the last parliament all of the great offices of state were at one point or another held by Tory MPs from ethnic minorities. Including the PRIME MINISTER.

Jenrick is trashing his own party’s record. He belongs in Reform.
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
There's a poem for children there Dean- The Seagull who carried the Moon.. 👏🏻👏🏻
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marcellenewbold.bsky.social
Very excited for this, and reading with @sophiaargyris.bsky.social, @dbodepudi.bsky.social, @corinnaboard.bsky.social and @bornonadarkmoon.bsky.social. Hosted by the lovely @victoriaspires.bsky.social 💫💫. Poetry of place and memory 💫💫
victoriaspires.bsky.social
🚨 Happening this Friday!! 🚨

Let me know if you want the zoom link. You're not going to want to miss these incredible readers ❤️
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martinmckee.bsky.social
BBC Radio 4 Today takes the political temperature in Manchester by interviewing a cross section of the population … in a golf club
Next, a representative survey of US public opinion in Mar a Lago?
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Words of a desperate man in a drowning Party. Sink that boat 😡
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timbale.bsky.social
If you can't see how this will end, then you're not paying attention (not least to what's going on on the other side of the Atlantic).
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Super..
ianduhig.bsky.social
What's clever about the old Irish carved turnip heads is they capture perfectly the makers' disgust at the commercialisation of Halloween.
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Thankyou Jan.. getting there...
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Your empathy shines Rachel.
Ppl can be horrid for sure.
Well done.
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rburrows.bsky.social
Evening @hool415.bsky.social and #PromptCombo #visitor friends. Here is a shockingly indulgent piece about an unwanted visitor. Sorry it’s a long one!
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dropsitenews.com
Swedish activist Greta Thunberg raised her fist as she and about 160 other Global Sumud Flotilla participants arrived in Greece to roaring cheers. Crowds welcomed them after their release from illegal Israeli detention.

Greta later addressed supporters — her remarks are below.
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hansmollman.bsky.social
Knickers at half mast today everyone, for Jilly Cooper x
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
Crying. Such love expressed here.
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rotherwrites.bsky.social
This week I want to #LiftToTheSky poet Brian Patten, who died September 29th; not so much for his poetry but this quote from him in a newspaper obituary, which goes to the heart of why we come together every week for #PoemsAbout #PromptCombo and others.

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#PoetsInBluesky
Brain Patten, Poet, 1946-2025

Writing poetry was a kind of therapy
for him. “You think about things which
are in you and sensations that are going
through you and if you understand them
you can grow in that knowledge. That
is what poems are for”.
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
What a story! Brilliantly told Sue.
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sueimnw.bsky.social
For #PromptCombo #Visitor with most-nominated-ever host @hool415.bsky.social a poem I don't think I've posted before (Ju will know), which only got its temporary title this morning, and is, for me, remarkably long. Will catch up with others later.
jude-brucemoll.bsky.social
'Morning Julian @hool415.bsky.social
I'm a #visitor today. Wouldn't be my first choice but I'm looking forward to having a knee that bends! This is a 'live' one...
##promptcombo

Have a good day/week all.
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petitecreature1.bsky.social
The @poetrysociety.org.uk Stanza Comp 2025 results are in & I'm honoured to be commended for the second year in a row! Judge Jonathan Edwards has chosen beautiful poems that play with the theme of "play". 💗Congratulations to Marilyn, Nairn, Jack and all the commended poets too! #NationalPoetryDay
POPCORN
By Lucy Heuschen
Commended in the Poetry Society's Stanza Competition 2025

The first time he calls me popcorn I take it like a compliment.
A little caramel, a little salt. Enough sweetness to make me
open my mouth. Popcorn is not served at the club like port
and cigars. He tries hard to show me, make me understand.
It takes years for me to understand. To fashion a dolly, first
she must be stripped. I yield. String myself light as Christmas
trim. I am (of course I am) popcorn. I deserve to be popcorn.
Will never be anything more. Cheap as poor man’s cocaine,
thrilling on the tongue. A sugar rush, consumed in the dark
long before the credits roll. I forget. I forget my kernel, the wild
grass I stem from. How to green myself with rain, stretching
my fingers skyward. I forget my spikelets, my silk, my tassels,
my gold. How to cocoon, how to butterfly. Swelling, scorched, splitting like a wound, I rise— strike my hellish racket—
bangbangbang— into his speechless face, that sweet, livid O! 
I’ve let them think I’m popcorn ever since. If it serves me,
I wear it. Popcorn still pulls them in. At night I unzip my skin,
shrug it off, step from its folds, clean. If I can’t sleep, can’t sleep,
can’t sleep, I count all the men, all the mouths I’ve burned.