Lover of words. Writer of poetry. Reader of books. Keeper of notebooks. Taker of pictures. Thalassophile. (Just outside of) Hull. Very proud Mum. Notices stuff.
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October Afterglow, 1885, painting by Leeds-born John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-93). #NorthernArt
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10/25/26 “In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.”
"Whoever came up with the acronym must have been happy..."
#KimAddonizio on Seasonal Affective Disorder. For those who are ready to hibernate...
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The calm before the storm 🌬️
Even battered by the weather, Staithes still doesn't lose its charm 🩶 – at Staithes, England
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“I am in love, / most of all, with the way we fall in love.”
— Jacob Scheier
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This poem appeared in Letter From Brooklyn by Jacob Scheier, published by ECW Press, 2013. Shared here with deep gratitude.
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🧵Filey presents a fascinating historical anomaly, once divided between Yorkshire’s East and North Ridings. The boundary followed Filey Beck, a stream running through a narrow ravine north of the town. Most of the town, including its homes and population, lay in the East Riding,
ALT Historically, the deep, tree-lined gorge known as Church Ravine served as the physical and political boundary between two of Yorkshire’s historic counties. The Town/Fishing Village was situated south of the ravine, firmly inside the East Riding of Yorkshire. whilst St Oswald's Church and the Vicarage sat on the northern clifftop, positioned inside the North Riding of Yorkshire Image: Paul Farmer CC BY-SA 2.0
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My first poetry collection is ten years old this month. Ten years. Bloody ell!
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Radio joy today with Amy Winehouse Forever on Radio 6, celebrating twenty years since Back to Black with some of Amy's music and some of her influences. Heard Sarah Vaughan, The Drifters and Otis Redding so far.
"You should praise the mutilated world / Remember the moments when we were together / in a white room and the curtains fluttered..."
Adam Zagajewski
