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P.W. Bridgman, Writer

@pwb_writer1

Writer of poetry, fiction, criticism & academic articles about the law. Lover of all things Italian & Irish. Idiolect (2021), The World You Now Own (2024)

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Given the politically motivated propagation of false narratives by the *rump admin about events unfolding in LA, it is well to be reminded of the city's enviably rich & diverse culture & personality. Boris Dralyuk's "My Hollywood" is your guidebook. pauldrybooks.com/en-ca/products…

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#JHISS25 Creative Writing Workshops... SHORT STORY WRITING w BERNIE MCGILL Join acclaimed writer BERNIE MCGILL for this 3 day workshop (28, 29 & 31 July) investigating the short story & the ways which writers can make one thing seem to cause the next! visitarmagh.com/2025-07-28t144…

#JHISS25 Creative Writing Workshops...

SHORT STORY WRITING w BERNIE MCGILL

Join acclaimed writer BERNIE MCGILL for this 3 day workshop (28, 29 & 31 July) investigating the short story & the ways which writers can make one thing seem to cause the next! 

visitarmagh.com/2025-07-28t144…
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Hello everyone! I'm Niamh! 😀 For all of our newbies on here - I'm co-ordinating the project this year, and I just want to say a massive CONGRATULATIONS to the 20 writers who have been chosen for the project, and to everyone else who applied! 💚 The John Hewitt Society Irish PEN

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"In a field of panicgrass a gutted Ford was browning like an old banana. Maybe the soul is not so different from a common grackle, hopping about and foraging for smithereens from an economy of sacrifice beyond its comprehension..." When a poem like this wins gold, there's hope.

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What's First Learned of Magic is Later Learned of Love "[Love] arrives, sometimes blurtingly, sometimes in a limousine, sometimes struggling with its suitcases." Jon Stone's juxtapositions are devilish & quirky, each poem a cabinet of curiosities. berlinlit.com/whats-first-le…

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“…[C]eremony was but devis’d at first To set a gloss on faint deeds…” (Timon of Athens 1.2.15-16) theguardian.com/commentisfree/…

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It's hard not to be sceptical about Google's AI tool--the one you never asked for but which now furnishes the first "hit" for most searches. (If anyone knows how to disable it, pls let me know.) Note the clarity of thought revealed in the executive summary, highlighted in blue.

It's hard not to be sceptical about Google's AI tool--the one you never asked for but which now furnishes the first "hit" for most searches.  (If anyone knows how to disable it, pls let me know.)

Note the clarity of thought revealed in the executive summary, highlighted in blue.
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‘We have no prairies/To slice a big sun at evening/ Everywhere the eye concedes/ To encroaching horizon…’ Heaney, Bogland and the big sun sinking out past Carrickfad & into the Derryveagh Mountains! #Rossnowlagh

‘We have no prairies/To slice a big sun at evening/ Everywhere the eye concedes/ To encroaching horizon…’ Heaney, Bogland and the big sun sinking out past Carrickfad & into the Derryveagh Mountains! #Rossnowlagh
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Don't you just wish Bibi and his generals would do their Freudian bonding with overpowered pee-pee pickup trucks instead of phallic bombs and missiles?

Don't you just wish Bibi and his generals would do their Freudian bonding with overpowered pee-pee pickup trucks instead of phallic bombs and missiles?
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Is this book on your shelf? Today is the day to pull it down, read it again, remember & honour the lost ones & comfort their survivors. "Gather round, four-person family, here is 1985 spiralling always to time's centre..." #airindiaflight182 #AirIndiaCrash Renee Sarojini Saklikar

Is this book on your shelf? Today is the day to pull it down, read it again, remember & honour the lost ones & comfort their survivors.

"Gather round, four-person family, here is 1985
     spiralling always to time's centre..."

#airindiaflight182 #AirIndiaCrash <a href="/reneesarojini/">Renee Sarojini Saklikar</a>
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#JHISS25 Recommends... CAUVERY MADHAVAN in conversation with Maureen Boyle Tues 29 Jul, 1.30pm l £12 #Literature #festival #Armagh Maureen Boyle Tickets & info: marketplacearmagh.ticketsolve.com/ticketbooth/sh…

#JHISS25 Recommends...

CAUVERY MADHAVAN in conversation with Maureen Boyle

Tues 29 Jul, 1.30pm l £12 

#Literature #festival #Armagh
<a href="/BoyleMo/">Maureen Boyle</a>

Tickets &amp; info: marketplacearmagh.ticketsolve.com/ticketbooth/sh…
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I favour Canadian, Irish & English poetry in my reading but Diane Seuss, Kim Addonizio, erika meitner & @janezwart.bsky.social are contemporary American poets whose work consistently provokes my amazement & deepest admiration. Maybe the Vancouver Writers Fest will convene a panel one day?

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“Spam is dead, great Spam is dead — Will be the epitaph of the internet.” So begins this sharply funny and unsettling piece by Canadian poet Sarah Tolmie, imagining a world after the internet collapses and poets once again rule with their simple tools. This poem is from

“Spam is dead, great Spam is dead —
Will be the epitaph of the internet.”

So begins this sharply funny and unsettling piece by Canadian poet Sarah Tolmie, imagining a world after the internet collapses and poets once again rule with their simple tools.

This poem is from