James Mcconachie
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James Mcconachie
@jamesmcconachie1.bsky.social
Poet, apparently. Forward Prize, BOTN and Pushcart nom. Occasional horseman, remote rural Spain. Words in blackbough, iambapoet, eatthestorms, Modron, Madrid Review, Bad Lilies, Dark Mountain project and more.

https://linktr.ee/jamesmcconachiepoet
For anyone who can’t get out, or just fancies a change of scene. I took a walk into the mountains behind my house, then stopped at the hermitage of Mary Magdalene on the way down. Welcome to the Kingdom of Aragón.

It’s windy mind..bring a coat.

Abrazos a tod@s.
November 25, 2025 at 6:52 PM
This strange friendship; a scampering Tinkerbell of a kitten and an Pitbull cross on the cusp of his dotage.
November 25, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Plato combinado. Comida fuerte-from the hens and the garden. Long day into the wind and light of the mountains..
November 25, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Just got this tremendous bag from a friend. Reclaimed saddle and stirrup leather.
November 24, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Sweeeet. Reclaimed saddle leather messenger bag. It even smells like a tack room. Gotta go..tonight we ride with dispatches.
November 24, 2025 at 12:39 PM
Bimbling…
November 24, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Let’s try that again without the typo. Tsk tsk.
November 23, 2025 at 1:21 PM
November 22, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Them wuz the dayz. 2000DS on IG. Might see if I can get a can of Spesh in town, where did I put that chillum?
November 19, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Bit of a soft spot for a shape note song.
November 17, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Imagine fleeing war, genocide, or even just grinding poverty of opportunity..to one of the richest countries on Earth, now equipped with sufficient meanness of spirit to relieve you of what little portable wealth you might have been able to carry. There’ll be people employed to do valuations.
November 17, 2025 at 7:40 PM
“Just leave it Tone, it’s not worth it”
November 17, 2025 at 9:36 AM
OK let’s do this…
November 17, 2025 at 8:04 AM
Have this for a bit. Might tinker later.

‘Brummagem Song’
November 16, 2025 at 10:52 AM
November 16, 2025 at 5:50 AM
November 15, 2025 at 12:59 PM
My friend made me this bag out of a saddle and its bits n’ bobs. We leaning into the idea of it actually looking like it was made out of a saddle.
November 15, 2025 at 12:18 PM
Sledge I made for kids ~ 12 years ago or more. Once the snow through the almond trees was compact, it went like a piano falling out of a window.
November 14, 2025 at 12:04 PM
Worth squinting for; The Abduction - Stanley Kunitz
November 11, 2025 at 9:50 AM
My friend the lovely Dutch influencer Esra Dekker is making a bag for me from reclaimed saddle leather. The straps and buckles are from the stirrup leather and girth pull.
November 10, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Beautiful warm morning. Surveying the rack and ruin of the garden, astonishing to see tomatoes and courgettes flowering and fruiting. Potatoes I must have missed sprouting again, after the rain. Water on for my neighbour’s cows, moving into my bottom field here to finish off the sorghum.
November 10, 2025 at 11:57 AM
November 9, 2025 at 8:36 AM
Out with the winter drip. Best piece of clothing I possess, bought in Tangiers, 1990
November 8, 2025 at 9:28 PM
Roddy Lumsden
November 5, 2025 at 5:59 AM
Chuffed to see my tiny poem in @magmapoetry.bsky.social with thanks to editors Isabelle Baafi and @sohinibasak.bsky.social
November 4, 2025 at 5:16 PM