My May would have been 16 this October. She wasn't to be. In my heart, she sings all the time, around the house, out on the town, she's my sweet little #phantom. I picture her and Marta and the lads drinking prosecco somewhere nice. Sometimes, I feel the bubbles in my mouth. #vss365

Everything was silent in the CIC as Dylan adjusted the settings on the ops console. He could trust his crew, but he trusted his own senses more. There it was again. A distant, imperceptible signal. A #phantom of a colony long since lost to The War. Or had someone survived, hidden? Scared? #vss365

Sad to think that she thinks she has to #bowlderdize each and every one of her stories. Syllables even. True, there are knives, notches, and blotches deemed unsuitable for anyone. Yet as she edits, she severs limbs and expunges laylines which may, just may wind up being a tender twist. #inkMine

behind closed eyes seeing the face of the children i've never had... #tanka

"You may be a fine #tactician in your meadow, apt at unearthing worms and devouring them whole, yet you do not grasp the art of knitting a nest", the sparrow told the cuckoo in a flutter. "Sad that", she replied with a call so croaky, it didn't wake the rooster. That day, no one worked. #vss365

The old lady Drove her motorbike through our town. In tow, a trailer brimful of #cats. Gentle she was, and kind, Knowing deep down that Everyone thought her batty. What blessed sight, Watching her slight body Zoom down Main Street mid-rush, Furry friends purring behind. #vss365

Perhaps it's time to stop #fishing for hostility at every turn, instead relent, unlock my jaw, unfurl my fingers. It's crippling, all that accounting, the compiling of balance sheets, my scouring for dirt from dusk to dawn. As free as a bird I'd be when I let slide the spite. #vss365 #fishing

Never the #jaded lover, blue jays mate for life Never to strive for another Never the need to contrive another hive. Sweet, the affinity, the flying and twittering together the twitching and hitching on the same twig. Bold, the big soft bellies, the great big hunger #vss365

Bound to the #sink, mother had to keep learning’s longing tucked away. Only it would not ebb. If it hadn’t been for our sofa and piles of fat books, she’d have been buried by the chores. Books and love. #vss365

Behavior: The name "daisy" comes from "day's eye" because the flower opens in the morning with the sun and closes at night. Habitat: They are hardy perennials that often grow in lawns, meadows, and gardens. A Spring Favorite🌹

My first attempt at drawing birds in a landscape. There's a lot of room for improvement but I enjoyed experimenting with it. Black Guillemot pair at the Great South wall. Pastels & coloured pencils on Pastelmat

Starting my morning with Stafford again, and now I have to go write. (From The Way It Is) #poem #booksky #writing

You always know when to #bank up the fire and when to let it lie and glimmer. You read the need and weigh each bale of hay for us to lay or leap. This is how you keep us from fraying. #vss365

The #ink is seldom dry on anything, not on things of value not on things transformative. Many a tip cracks, many a well topples and spills onto the page or worse, your white blouse. When we were at school we had magic pens to gobble up the stains, to put things right, to hand in tidy work. #vss365

We are looking for poems for our Spring 2026 online Poetry Magazine. The theme is Communication, with poems no longer than 30 lines. We like story poems, poems where each word has a place. Deadline: 30 March 2026. Send up to 3 poems to [email protected]. #poetslift #poet #submit

Skating on the frozen lake, we knew the sun had #crazed its skin, we could even see water rising and yet such was the marriage of ice and light you couldn’t but fall in with its weightlessness. Each crack, each fissure a door to a dream you daren’t disturb #vss365

Arbeitskollege zu meiner Frau: „Womit kann man Dir denn eine Freude machen?“ „Och, über verschiedene Tees freue ich mich eigentlich immer!“ „Ok“

New life #keen to test the frost. #7syllablesentence #blueskypoets #nature #photography #snowdrops

wheelbarrow tipped— rain chooses a side #haiku #poetry

. —Sherman Alexie substack.com/@shermanalexie 🔥🖤 #poetry #poems #poem

If only I could #cummerbund my children beyond the cot, swaddle them anytime the wind is cold. But it’s ok, they’ve got downy feathers and hearts of gold. #vss365 #cummerbund

“I’ve met more than a dozen children who lost everyone. I don’t mean mom and dad—I mean cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents.” UNICEF’s global spokesperson discusses the worsening humanitarian crisis in Gaza.

She is poised for excellence, being the daughter of a #boxer and a librarian in #heels. #vss365

Artist: Fermin Garcia Sevilla 'Painting in spring', oilpainting 40x40 cm ❤️ #art #oilpainting #landscape