S.C. Flynn

@scyflynn.bsky.social

Poet. The Colour of Extinction (@renardpress, October 2024) - Observer Poetry Book of the Month. An Ocean Called Hope (@downingfield, May 2025). https://scflynn.com

Threshold The homesickness you felt when still at home is disappearing from the outside in and from the inside out, each world drinking the shadow of the other. Enchanted nihilism, misplaced sincerity; the night of their eyelids falls across you. The hour when the house forgets your name; a little…

Threshold

The homesickness you felt when still at home is disappearing from the outside in and from the inside out, each world drinking the shadow of the other. Enchanted nihilism, misplaced sincerity; the night of their eyelids falls across you. The hour when the house forgets your name; a little shiver trembles through the dark. Published in New Feathers Anthology

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I’m very glad that Best Son is having a great ski day, but this very loud, stuffy, and overcrowded ski lodge is grating and the horrendous cover band is causing my brain to shrivel. In short, I’m having a hard time entertaining myself … Ask me odd questions?

Ian Janssen@ianfjanssen.bsky.social · 6mo ago

Took Best Son skiing in the Poconos today. I do not ski. Maybe select less dense reading material next time I’m sitting in a very noisy ski lodge?

Book, The Sickness Unto Death by Kierkegaard, and headphones and a digital audio player sitting on a table.

Plausibly Blue Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer Under the frozen anaemia of summer,the still air smells like dry gods melting.The iceberg hides its whiteness in this blue,hoarding the red light like dragon’s jewelsand letting go the violet rays;if it could hold those fast as well,the…

Plausibly Blue

Australian Antarctic Territory, midsummer Under the frozen anaemia of summer,the still air smells like dry gods melting.The iceberg hides its whiteness in this blue,hoarding the red light like dragon’s jewelsand letting go the violet rays;if it could hold those fast as well,the mountain would drift by like a black hole,sucking in the light and giving nothing back…

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