Out today on zimzalla: Colour / Grammar by Greg Thomas, a set of colour-coded eco-poetry postcards, in a mandarin orange box. Each box contains two copies of each card: one to keep, one to send. The reverse of each card has a space for an address, a message and a stamp. More at zimzalla.co.uk
Less a snack, more a way of life.
Thanks Mike. Hope you are well.
Sunday Wednesday Thursday horse impersonation poem.
All fine with Rob.
Week 9 of recording everything I lose and find in 2026.
Thank you Derek. That means a lot. As long as Rob is OK with it, Minute Review would be fantastic. I will check in with him.
Thanks Mike.
A short piece about Manchester and poetry for @robmclennan.bsky.social and periodicities.
The pictures, courtesy of David Gaffney, are from the above/ground press readings last week with me, @ggaffa.bsky.social and @lydiaunsworth.bsky.social at Saul Hay Gallery.
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Short corporate poem.
New postcard, short prose on back, oblique title on front. More at tomjenks.uk/shop…
Thank you. Yes, life is essentially repeatedly losing your keys, or mine is anyway.
Week 8 of documenting everything I lose and find in 2026.
New postcard, short text on back, oblique title on front. tomjenks.uk/shop/p/flyin...
Week 7 of documenting everything I lose and find in 2026.
All words containing every letter of the word "moor" in Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (1847). All exact occurrences highlighted in green.
Quiet little winter spring poem.
New postcard: icy grey waves, image, short prose. tomjenks.uk/shop/p/icy-g...
Photo credit Mina Jenks.
Week 6 of documenting everything I lose and find in 2026.
Week 5 of documenting everything I lose and find in 2026.
Pointless miracles.
Late-ish winter, very short poem.
Only going in one direction.
That multipack has been there since just after Christmas, so not as much a devotee as I thought I was. I like the idea of them, I just can't go through with it in the moment, like many things in life.
Squirrel, poem.
Week 4 of documenting everything I lose and find in 2026.
Winter, poem.
10 haggis variations for Robert Burns.
Short poem: demanding dolls.
Week 3 of recording everything I lose and find in 2026.
