open.substack.com/pub/jamesmcc... #ufosky #ovni #uap

Just slipped on the remains of a gecko the cat couldn’t finish.

Ugh. ‘Aura readers, quantum life coaches, and “starseeds” The essential problem is that Govts can’t say what they do know, because then they’ll be asked what they don’t know, which could be terrifying. Much easier to stir the pot with these useful idiots. www.rollingstone.com/culture/cult...

What. The. Fuck.

It’s always a joy collaborating with @doesithavepockets.bsky.social and they’ve gone and published a new micro with something like hope in it. 🙌♥️☀️

ý̵̢̿o̶̭̅́̔͆ú̶̢̗̠̎̾̓ ̴̛͍͓̳̫̆͗͌s̷̲̮̞̈́̑͝i̵̛̠͖̩̥͂̿̕m̸̰͇̳̪̽̊́͊̕p̷̨͈̭͇̯͝l̵͚̫̙̻͓͑̑̉̚y̶̪͖͋̕ ̴̙̰̭̿̿͒͠h̸̫͙̻̰́͛͜a̷̱̣̬͎͘̕v̷̢͇̻̪̠͑̀̏ẽ̸͉̩̖̘̍̓̃̕͜ ̷͈̠̬̯̙̑̇̆͋t̴̩̣͒̃͋́o̷̧͒̍̈̓͘͜ͅ ̵̡͔̉̇̃̂͜͝l̴̮͍͚̈́̇̿̑ͅa̶̞̥͂͘ư̵͇̞͘ǧ̶͓̯͉͌ẖ̵̨̳͌̊̈́͠

When the US is attacked at home again, I don’t wanna hear any of that ‘They hate us because we’re so great.’ nonsense we all had to listen to after 9/11.

Still, nice to see Richard Tice whining like a baby, there’s more than a whiff of Alan Partridge about him.

So sick of all the food I can afford. I have hens, so there’s always Mount Ovum, but if I eat any more eggs..meh. These times.

“In the first week of March the wind blows hard, swaying the reeds and bushes and bending the big trees beyond the lake to its cold breath.” The first page of ‘What to Look for in Spring” Artist: CF Tunnicliffe Writer: EL Grant Watson

Tweaking this WIP ‘heroic’ crown of sonnets to make it more unsettling.

Like many Brummies, I was taught in school by the Welsh , so many teachers I recall with fondness. Every time I make pastry, I think of Mrs Taft. ‘Fairy fingers!’ Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Meanwhile, in the glorious middle of nowhere, general avian chaos amid the blossom.

Dubious UFO messiah (charlatan) Chris Bledsoe will be having conniptions these days. He might have to follow through on his ‘prophecies’. #ufosky

Martin Buber’s I and Thou #booksky 💙📚

Out to shut the henhouse. Colder, with a diffuse moon, but carpets of almond blossom everywhere like snow. A musky honey from the trees still in full bloom. A scops owl’s digital beep, a long eared owl on the ridge.

Please. End it.

The urge to write cat poetry.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. Tolkien

Sanchez on IG trolling the R-wing pseudo media, bookin’ it through the hills on his mountain bike.

Waiter, this word soup is cold.

Another day, another Third World War.

Jeez. Owen Jones, maybe proof-read your articles before publishing them. Even just a quick once over. Isn’t he a journalist?

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Oh dear. Matt Badloss.

Hens, vultures.

LOL

So ‘family voting’ is basically chatting about how you’re going to vote in the queue? Oh ffs. Weak.

Today I will sustain myself mostly on Reform and Labour tears, as if imbibing the living light itself.

from a guide to the place names of England. GORTON: a boggy end, featuring a green flush.

Anyone choosing to live with 4 (is it 5 now?) greyhounds is someone not to be messed with. And Hannah Spencer is a plumber, which involves practical, adaptive solutions under pressure (😝) and complex systems analysis. Stoked.

41%!!!! Tomaaaa castañaaaaa!!!!

The US Is an enemy of Europe and European democracies. www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2026...

this has been true forever

I was thinking of the traveller argot @tonythorne007.bsky.social which was an interesting mix of Estuary English, Romani, Irish English and punk/hippy slang. Useful as a means of confounding outsiders, settled people, ‘gorgers’.

New-age traveller sonnet. A ‘blat’ is a cheap runaround used by all and sundry.

Bit of a mess financially just now. Due to lack of work & chronic illness, which is preventing me from finding other avenues of work to up my income. If you can help, if you like my poetry or my work in the community for neurodivergence, please donate. Thank you ko-fi.com/annemarieund...

Poetry explores the otherwise unsayable. Through metaphor, ambiguity, image, music, it seeks what’s outside language’s usual operations. Sometimes political, often philosophical, it’s rich in observation, drenched in the sensory, enchanted with fancy, propelled by imagination. Poetry. A high calling

an audience of one (for my son isaac) from the collection, To Emit Teal

Españoles. Tejero…ha muerto.

I’ve become a terrible worrywort of a parent. Yesterday son no.3 on a yacht, off the coast of Valencia, (sails no motor) today son no.1 saddling up to ride in Argentina.

Does anyone remember ‘language lab’?

Into the password reset doom-loop. They sell us this bullshit security labyrinth, all the while constructing a miserable panopticon. I hate this century.

Love coming to this long-forgotten orchard.

“He thinks he’s been hard done by. He’s obsessed with other details – whether he can take his horses up to Norfolk, who’s going to get the dogs, where he’s going to park his car. It’s a sort of disassociation.”

~ 1990 Davidstow airfield, Camelford.

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