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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 6h

this was at night. i was wearing white gloves.

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 18h

if you’re in the mood to read my short story about the mystification of love and seaweed, here’s "Call Us Not Weeds," published at Psaltery & Lyre @psalteryandlyre.bsky.social

with special thanks to EIC Millie Tullis @millietullis.bsky.social

psalteryandlyre.org/2025/10/13/c...

a photo of seaweed, golden green, wet and forked. [excerpt: Under the featherlike Desmarestia viridis, Horatia had dashed off: 'Found between the tide-marks. A foxy colour, soon green when kept from water. Thus exposed, it becomes soft and slippery, but becomes itself again when dry. I believe it is my favorite.']

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 15h

post you from a different era

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 18h

{my Uncle Dave, who lived to be 103, roping the sky in Montana. rest in peace.}

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Rilkes Gärtner @rilkesgaertner.bsky.social · 9h

Dirk Schulte
Poesie am Fenster
2024

Blumen in rot, gelb und weiß spiegeln sich in einer Fensterscheibe. Dahinter spiegeln sich Gründerzeitfassaden.

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Ian Duhig @ianduhig.bsky.social · 9h

'October Gold', John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1889. There was a terrific exhibition of his work on at Scarborough Art Gallery when I was there to do the Grimms talk with artist Chris Wood; they were hung well and their atmosphere travelled well, as it did with Chris' eerie art.

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Rabih Alameddine @rabihalameddine.bsky.social · 13h

Can someone please explain to her majesty that when I say no, I mean no? She keeps meowing and meowing until I give her what she wants. Every time. How can we have discipline if she doesn't understand the word no?

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Puck @puckbethy.bsky.social · 1d

Moin

Ein Schwarm Tauben über einer gelbbraunen Baumkrone, bedeckter Himmel

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Psaltery & Lyre @psalteryandlyre.bsky.social · 1d

"The waves breaking apart, becoming something more. A stillness then, the damp on her skin, the wind a slap."

"Call Us Not Weeds" by Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social

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Call Us Not Weeds

by Ulrica Hume

psalteryandlyre.org

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 15h

post you from a different era

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 17h

thanks for giving it a home! 💚

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 18h

{my Uncle Dave, who lived to be 103, roping the sky in Montana. rest in peace.}

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 4d

be not afraid. focus instead on the bright day coming, when all will be returned to a way long before. the atomic love is all. it causes the wind to blow, the flowers to lean towards the sun. it is the sound of the waves whispering to the shore.

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ᴍᴀʀsʜᴀ ᴇsᴛᴇs @marshadraws.bsky.social · 1d

𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 8d

🙏 to @hool415.bsky.social as #PromptCombo #visitor host

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

#poem #RussianPoetry #Symbolism #spooktober #Death #PoetryInTranslation #PereLachaise #Shroud

Before the Wake

After У гроба (“Beside the Bier”, 1904) by
Russian Symbolist poet, Innokenty Annensky (1855-1909)

Mirrors gleam whitely in an
Apartment swept and clean.
Stately as a steed under a
Fly sheet stands the grand piano.

During visiting hours yesterday,
Death left the doors wide open.

Time has long ceased to be
Torn off the calendar - but
Parlour, kitchen, bedroom
Clocks tick on regardless.

Hushed in the corner:
Fool’s pig-bladder of an oxygen bag,
Blue-lipped cannula -
Eyeless, agog at the final agony.

In a funk-trance of disgust,
I peel back the shroud -
As if I were
Certifying the death.

Horror - then
Bewilderment:

Is Being’s mystery
Already at home in the
Vacated sanctuary of a
Face so alien?

Free adaptation from the Russian:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2007

Highly contrasted black-and-white image of sculpted marble on a tomb at Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.

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wordkunst @wordkunst.bsky.social · 14d

MOTION PICTURE by Donna Enticknap @auuop.bsky.social

New for BURNING HOUSE PRESS @thearsonista.bsky.social

LANDSCAPE // LABYRINTH

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Motion Picture by Donna Enticknap

15 minute pinhole exposure, handprinted fibre-based silver print Donna Enticknap works with alternative photographic processes to create portraits of place and self, exploring ideas of connection t…

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Dr. David Pecotić @djp1974.bsky.social · 1d

#LEONARDCOHEN ON SAINTHOOD

"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love.

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 1d

#promptcombo #SimplePleasures
#haiku
#mysticverse

A simple one for
@dragonslayerma.bsky.social

Forgiving nothing is
but flowers drawing visions—
the skies within.

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 18h

if you’re in the mood to read my short story about the mystification of love and seaweed, here’s "Call Us Not Weeds," published at Psaltery & Lyre @psalteryandlyre.bsky.social

with special thanks to EIC Millie Tullis @millietullis.bsky.social

psalteryandlyre.org/2025/10/13/c...

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Ulrica Hume @uhume.bsky.social · 1d

She felt wonderfully alarmed and effervescent, heroic on an ant-like scale. It could be said that she was becoming brave. She had found that in darkness much can be accomplished, but only in light did it ever matter.

~UH

{from my story "Call Us Not Weeds," published tomorrow at Psaltery & Lyre}