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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 25/09/2026

A few, perhaps only one or two, hostile guests were wrecking a hostel room at the Reckon Inn—a collegiate wrecking, one assumes, though the Bursar might prefer to enter it as unfair wear and tear. One, and maybe more, expects, I #reckon, there to be at least one reckoning, possibly two. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 24/09/2026

Hungry, hungry hippos. Are these hippos exceptionally hungry? Constantly hungering? Hippos with endless, insatiable #hunger? Perhaps they a unique species of hippo—the hungry hippo—and this particular group of hungry hippos are hungry, in the normal sense, craving grass and watermelons. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 21/09/2026

It was a dark and #stormy night—then it got darker. The storm? Stormier still. Truly, one of the darkest and stormiest nights I have dared describe on paper, and I've read Paul Clifford. In fact, I have a signed copy. It's signed "Owen Meredith", but therein lies the dark and stormy charm. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 19/09/2026

I care not—nor do I care—for face fillers and botoxifiers; a face is a face is a face, and that face has no place filling its face with face-puffing products. Now I'm no pomologist, but one can achieve the same result biting into a Bramley, an otherwise #marvellous puff-pastry apple. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 19/09/2026

A copy of Elwyn Brooks White’s "Charlotte’s Web", a #marvelous read, rests on a dusty shelf, draped in cobwebs. Alas, there are no words woven into their silk. #vss365 #poem #micropoem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #dpp #prose #emoetry #poets #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry #books #booksky

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 19/09/2026

I sign and represent myself with initials, partly to ward off hand cramps, and partly because my #marvelous publishers, editors, and clients remain stubbornly reluctant to accept a personal chop, stamp, or seal. #vss365 #writing #writers #prose #poetry #dpp @jakobgamertsfelder.bsky.social

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 19/09/2026

I wondered what Samuel Johnson had to say—and, perforce, to write—about the word #marvel in his original copy, or indeed any copy of the original "A Dictionary of the English Language", and was distinctly less than astonished with the result, and as a reult, feel my wonder decidely wane. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 19/09/2026

What man dresses poor words on deckle-edged sheets? The paper is no more the poem than the vatman is a poet. A crusted turd— garnished with buttered spuds and sprouts— is still a turd. #prose #emoetry #writing #poets #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry #dpp

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 18/09/2026

What realms remain for us to #explore? What lies beyond weathered oak doors? Pray, let those stubborn hinges swing; unhook the latch; let wonder in. Unless we look beyond—or within— the black dog lets himself in. We shan’t let intrusive thoughts rule: better to be foolish than to be fooled. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 17/09/2026

One #vss365 #prompt each day is #sustainable; two are unmanageable. Three words in a single day? #Unfathomable — unless one has ready access to a submersible, preferable one not operated with a wireless game controller.

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 17/09/2026

The school choir was then in its #infancy. Several years elapsed before it found its stride, coming together properly only once the children were of an age to sing. #vss365 #writing #prose #humour #dpp

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 17/09/2026

I had my orders, but these recruits were just #infants— barely out of their diapers. Sure, I had four decades in uniform, but was I old enough to lead them? I was barely back into diapers. #vss365 #infancy #scifi #sciencefiction #writing

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 15/09/2026

One can accept the inevitable approach of the #autumnal years, provided one is not beckoned to affirm when those years begin. #vss365 #Poetry #MicroPoetry #writing #poem #prose #emoetry #inkmine #BlueskyPoets #dpp

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 14/09/2026

My first (and only) screw-down letterpress cost a pretty penny—far dearer than typical pennies. Little else could a (dreadfully) poor #writer do to guard their work from unscrupulous reviewers. I had considered a #chop, but an earnest editor warned it was a certified path to the slush pile. #vss365

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 12/09/2026

#Eloquence is an actor's gift and a #writer’s trap—letting your nonsense sing, Eloquent speakers can take your most leaden #prose and make it dance right past the audience’s good sense and taste. #vss365 #Poetry #MicroPoetry #writing #poem #dpp #emoetry #poets #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 12/09/2026

It paid well to be a performance consultant, ex tempore, tho not 'well' in the monetary sense. "All right, professor. You sat out there on an aisle seat on my nickel. Stop blowing smoke about the curtain call and tell me the truth: where did the middle of Act One die, and why was it Chico's fault?"

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 11/09/2026

#Naivety is an amateur pastime for the green and young— a parlour diversion to pass the idle years before gout, rust, and skepticism fully settle in. #vss365 #HaikuFeels #verse #DailyHaikuPrompt #Poetry #MicroPoetry #writing #poem #prose #emoetry #inkmine #BlueskyPoets #dpp

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 09/09/2026

"Instinct is the nose of the mind, oft-clogged with gorgons—the boogers of thought; #intuition is knowing the proper moment to pick it." — Delphine de Girardin, with my liberties, L.D. Tudge #vss365 #Poetry #MicroPoetry #writing #poem #prose #emoetry #inkmine #BlueskyPoets #dpp

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L.D. Tudge @dreadfullypoorpublishing.co.uk · 05/09/2026

When the afternoon’s connoitering turned out rather under-connoitered, we fetched our boots and connoitered it all again. But the fresh #reconnoitering was as poorly connoitered as the old connoitering had been, and frankly, we’d have been much better off having a nice biscuit instead. #vss365

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