John North
@johnnorthwrites.bsky.social
Tea and poetry.
Based in Cumbria UK.
More poetry & links at johnnorthwrites.blogspot.com
The Way of Tea:
https://theherbfarm.co.uk/page/the-way-of-tea
Based in Cumbria UK.
More poetry & links at johnnorthwrites.blogspot.com
The Way of Tea:
https://theherbfarm.co.uk/page/the-way-of-tea
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September 23, 2026 at 8:10 AM
Everything
falling
apart in joy.
falling
apart in joy.
September 23, 2026 at 1:50 AM
Everything
falling
apart in joy.
falling
apart in joy.
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September 22, 2026 at 11:37 PM
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September 22, 2026 at 11:37 PM
Remembers like it was yesterday
the day she learned to float
upon the breath of the divine.
the day she learned to float
upon the breath of the divine.
September 23, 2026 at 1:45 AM
Remembers like it was yesterday
the day she learned to float
upon the breath of the divine.
the day she learned to float
upon the breath of the divine.
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“mythical sea turtle beast?”
fast moving clouds
stretch the elasticity
of time & wonder
#haiku #clouds #pareidolia
fast moving clouds
stretch the elasticity
of time & wonder
#haiku #clouds #pareidolia
September 12, 2026 at 6:47 PM
“mythical sea turtle beast?”
fast moving clouds
stretch the elasticity
of time & wonder
#haiku #clouds #pareidolia
fast moving clouds
stretch the elasticity
of time & wonder
#haiku #clouds #pareidolia
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shore bird
in and out
and in again
in and out
and in again
September 20, 2026 at 1:42 PM
shore bird
in and out
and in again
in and out
and in again
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Over the last few months, my cats have been wandering into my writing on #Bluesky. I have gathered the stories and fragments together here in the order they appeared.
#cats #poetry
#cats #poetry
Cat Tales - A Bluesky Anthology - July/August
John North. Writer. b.1990. Based in Cumbria
johnnorthwrites.blogspot.com
September 20, 2026 at 6:40 PM
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September 20, 2026 at 6:49 PM
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September 20, 2026 at 8:45 PM
Over the last few months, my cats have been wandering into my writing on #Bluesky. I have gathered the stories and fragments together here in the order they appeared.
#cats #poetry
#cats #poetry
Cat Tales - A Bluesky Anthology - July/August
John North. Writer. b.1990. Based in Cumbria
johnnorthwrites.blogspot.com
September 20, 2026 at 6:40 PM
Life is utterly meaningless
and poetry merely the propaganda
of the living.
and poetry merely the propaganda
of the living.
September 19, 2026 at 10:26 PM
Life is utterly meaningless
and poetry merely the propaganda
of the living.
and poetry merely the propaganda
of the living.
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Building the Angel of the North, 1998, photo by Trevor Ermel.
September 15, 2026 at 7:42 AM
Building the Angel of the North, 1998, photo by Trevor Ermel.
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September 14, 2026 at 3:16 AM
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אני שושנה
אתה עץ תפוח
אנחנו פורחים
I am a rose
you, an apple tree --
we flower
#haiku inspired by the Song of Songs
transliteration
ani shoshanah
ata ets tapuach
anachnu porchim
Accent last syllable (2nd to last of tapuach and anachnu) vowels as in most European languages; "ch" as in "Bach."
אתה עץ תפוח
אנחנו פורחים
I am a rose
you, an apple tree --
we flower
#haiku inspired by the Song of Songs
transliteration
ani shoshanah
ata ets tapuach
anachnu porchim
Accent last syllable (2nd to last of tapuach and anachnu) vowels as in most European languages; "ch" as in "Bach."
September 14, 2026 at 10:37 PM
אני שושנה
אתה עץ תפוח
אנחנו פורחים
I am a rose
you, an apple tree --
we flower
#haiku inspired by the Song of Songs
transliteration
ani shoshanah
ata ets tapuach
anachnu porchim
Accent last syllable (2nd to last of tapuach and anachnu) vowels as in most European languages; "ch" as in "Bach."
אתה עץ תפוח
אנחנו פורחים
I am a rose
you, an apple tree --
we flower
#haiku inspired by the Song of Songs
transliteration
ani shoshanah
ata ets tapuach
anachnu porchim
Accent last syllable (2nd to last of tapuach and anachnu) vowels as in most European languages; "ch" as in "Bach."
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letting the flour fall
silk-soft from your fingertips
remembering snow
September 14, 2026 at 8:50 PM
letting the flour fall
silk-soft from your fingertips
remembering snow
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September 14, 2026 at 8:20 PM
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along the river
stone
after stone
stonier
for being together
a congregation
of stones
a parliament
of stones
a stubbornness
of stones
each having spent
ten thousand years
refusing
to become
the next thing
though beneath them
sand
sand
sand
#poetry
stone
after stone
stonier
for being together
a congregation
of stones
a parliament
of stones
a stubbornness
of stones
each having spent
ten thousand years
refusing
to become
the next thing
though beneath them
sand
sand
sand
#poetry
September 13, 2026 at 3:30 PM
along the river
stone
after stone
stonier
for being together
a congregation
of stones
a parliament
of stones
a stubbornness
of stones
each having spent
ten thousand years
refusing
to become
the next thing
though beneath them
sand
sand
sand
#poetry
stone
after stone
stonier
for being together
a congregation
of stones
a parliament
of stones
a stubbornness
of stones
each having spent
ten thousand years
refusing
to become
the next thing
though beneath them
sand
sand
sand
#poetry
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September 13, 2026 at 9:18 AM
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September 13, 2026 at 1:06 AM
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September 13, 2026 at 1:32 PM
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I'm reading by the fire when my cat appears. As the nights grow colder, she begins to slip inside whenever she gets the chance. So, she settles down beside me, looks at me with her steady gaze for just a moment, yawns, and, before shutting her eyes, exclaims "Bukowski was utterly vile." She's right.
September 13, 2026 at 8:29 AM
I'm reading by the fire when my cat appears. As the nights grow colder, she begins to slip inside whenever she gets the chance. So, she settles down beside me, looks at me with her steady gaze for just a moment, yawns, and, before shutting her eyes, exclaims "Bukowski was utterly vile." She's right.
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you lift your eyes to the moon—
i love the way you said that
love is like the wet lip
of an ice cold glass
pressed against your cheek
i love the way you said that
love is like the wet lip
of an ice cold glass
pressed against your cheek
September 12, 2026 at 10:26 PM
you lift your eyes to the moon—
i love the way you said that
love is like the wet lip
of an ice cold glass
pressed against your cheek
i love the way you said that
love is like the wet lip
of an ice cold glass
pressed against your cheek