Seagulls this and seagulls that, I will write my love for you across the sky with starling friends, a raven on both my shoulders my eye-patch lost, my hands holding only hope. I am just a penitent who took the longest way around; a red rose will arrive with my sparrowhawk cry. Daniel Skyle #poetry

Getting mugged on Memory Lane I thought back, instead of forward a silver flash bleeding out against the kindest of walls I sing Rain Dogs in a defiant, fading voice I always take the wrong turn I´m getting mugged on Memory Lane – Daniel Skyle #writingcommunity #poetry #booksky

No more Goodbye, Mr Chips it´s all over now putting that purple pen down, setting marks aside saving your voice for songs and words instead of shouting; no ivy-strewn cottage, no remnants of teaching Shakespeare: no more Staff Room choir, No more Goodbye, Mr Chips. – Daniel Skyle #poetry #booksky

“Verify your age” Well, the 14th century wasn´t all that much fun.

I gently touch my forehead against yours. “My love for you is like the newest moon, it´s so shy but will always keep growing full again.” But you simply reach down, into the lake, hold it out to me and say, “See? We will keep the new moon ever safe together.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

This, and also thank you to the NHS and its staff all across the country. It´s a huge blessing to have it, and you. #NHS #publichealth

Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan@london.gov.uk · last mo.

Wishing a very happy 78th birthday to our NHS. Every day, London’s doctors, nurses, paramedics, NHS staff and volunteers go above and beyond to care for us. Thank you for everything you do. You are the very heart of our city.

Cutbacks, just cutbacks wherever you go. #art #painting #writingcommunity #rocknroll #music #gigs

Yes, you can smell it in the air today. We must always remember the Glorious Revolution of Treacle Mine Road, and its brave defenders. Reg Shoe must never, ever have died in vain (for a while). #pratchett #discworld #wearthelilac #writingcommunity #art

“He came down to the loch every Tuesday. It had worked once. He had stood here playing and she had risen out of the depths, called forth through his serenade. Nessie had come up and kissed him, once. The huge, kind, dinosaur face, next to his. It would work again.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“”Columbine, Columbine, my beloved, amazing Columbine,”” Pierrot sang to himself. It would work, things would finally work out; she would pick him. Once she saw him dancing through these lamp post lights, she would see that he was just as colourful as Harlequin.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“It was lonely guarding the checkpoint between Kurgomistan and Ranaff-Milak. Zurgo and Michail had many good conversations over the years, crossing the border every now and then to share vodka in their huts. Until the discussion about Star Wars fan fiction came up.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“Priscilla looked at the door. THE DOOR. How could she tell them about her twin brother, Raoul? Tell them how Raoul attacked two-legs, stole food, hung out by the Fish´n Chips shop with the Seaside Promenade Bloodz seagulls to scope easy marks?” “Quack? Quack?!” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“Ludvig just stared. He had joined the Special Balloon Task Force only two months ago. And of course he had expected the hype about it to be just, well, hype. Yet here he was. Facing Borgo the international balloon smuggler, with his heart beating so very fast.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“He shouldn´t go near the narrowboats. The memories were still so fresh. His boat, the chandeliers . . . the artist salon he ran, the drug-fuelled parties, the orgies . . . Bleary mornings watching as the sun rose on the water. Martha would never understand.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

Well worth sharing.

TheRTG.bsky.social@thertg.bsky.social · 4mo ago

and in silence my tears move across the page. —RTG #poetry #poem

Huge congratulations to Hungary! A whole new future might be possible now. #hungary #eu

Hoodlum 🇺🇸@nothoodlum.bsky.social · 4mo ago

Massive street party in Budapest right now: huge crowds dancing, hugging, crying, and opening bottles. (Reuters)

Time to celebrate #worldhealthday with the added focus of #onehealth. #Publichealth is so much more important and key than many people realise, and often they only find this out if it starts getting cut.

WHO@who.int · 4mo ago

Human health is connected to the health of animals, plants and the environment.
 When one is at risk, others are affected. That is why #OneHealth approach brings different sectors together - governments, scientists, health workers, & communities - to act on risks before they become crises.

Have a great Ēostre celebration says Tove and all the inhabitants of Moominvalley. #writingcommunity #art #painting #easter #moomin #tovejansson

Now, remember to drive carefully this weekend. Easter traffic can be pretty bad. #writingcommunity #art #easter

“Ralph sat there, waiting. What was the word? Ennui. Yep. Very fancy. Easter Bunny. Ennui Bunny. “The girls will go wild!” his mates had said. "Wild!" He knew someone would say it. And soon. He should have become an accountant. “Dude . . . You got any eggs?” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“There was a song playing. Lupe could hear it. The song across Rio of poverty, of blank-eyed faces finding relief in the needle, of sirens, of clean air by rich people´s houses, of barking assault rifles in the favelas. There was a song playing. Lupe could hear it.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

“The court feels so far away here. All the finery, Hiroshi. The ladies, so dressed up and so pretty. The courtiers, all desperately playing the game . . . No honest sword at your side, just hidden knives waiting for you to make a mistake. Look, fireflies!” #writingcommunity #art #painting

Sometimes I wonder did you die on a dirty floor? Did you die in a crack house or something upmarket? Sometimes I wonder, did you die alone, or with others, equally high but not overdosing? Sometimes I wonder where our dreams went after this, after you took a bow and exited, stage left? #poetry

Well, given the current chaos and grief in the world, April Fools´ is almost impossible to use. So here´s Death wishing you Happy Hogswatch instead. #writingcommunity #aprilfools #art #pratchett #discworld #painting

“Let us run away together, Priscilla. I know we are different, but let´s make a life together. Let´s sell ceramics in Devon. Or surfboards in Illinois. Make apple cider in Bermuda. It doesn´t matter, you know I am yours, let´s just build a life together.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

Ah, the Smiling Assassin again. I thought I had met him for the last time. Sometimes in life, or at work, that person smiling and happy who steals your ideas in broad daylight, pushing the blade into your back as he slaps you on the shoulder. All the while, that happy, happy smile #poetry

“Let the night rise. Bring me the cup of mumbles, let the censer of curses sweep across heavens and fields. Spirits of the six directions, hear my voice: let my hands draw eternal night over every land like a coat repaired with darkness. Let the night RISE.” #writingcommunity #art #painting

Blessed be His name, in this Sacred season of Ēostre. #writingcommunity #easter #art #painting #starwars

Proper writing, that is. Trust me, I´m a professional. #writingcommunity #booksky #author #poetry #art

“Kissing next to the Thames as Romans built bridges at sunset. Dying of plague, holding hands in Venice. Killed together at the guillotine during the French Revolution. Reborn as plants wasn´t ideal, but at least they were in the same room as their eternal love.” #writingcommunity #art #painting