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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 13h
you invent the days Grace Paley, ‘Old Age Porch’
Old Age Porch
All morning they store suns against the grave
but this is useless
if you have ever seen a dead person you know it
Your friend lies in darkness all that sunlight spilled around her in the watery rays you make a song you invent the days
of friendship
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
the feral amnesia Dionne Brand, XV, thirsty
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All the hope gone hard. That is a city.
The blind houses, the cramped dirt, the broken air, the sweet ugliness, the blissful and tortured flowers, the misguided clothing, the bricked lies the steel lies, all the lies seeping from flesh falling in rain and snow, the weeping buses, the plastic throats, the perfumed garbage, the needled sky, the smogged oxygen, the deathly clerical gentlemen cleaning their fingernails at the stock exchange, the dingy hearts in the newsrooms, that is a city, the feral amnesia of us all
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
the feral amnesia Dionne Brand, XV, thirsty
×V
All the hope gone hard. That is a city.
The blind houses, the cramped dirt, the broken air, the sweet ugliness, the blissful and tortured flowers, the misguided clothing, the bricked lies the steel lies, all the lies seeping from flesh falling in rain and snow, the weeping buses, the plastic throats, the perfumed garbage, the needled sky, the smogged oxygen, the deathly clerical gentlemen cleaning their fingernails at the stock exchange, the dingy hearts in the newsrooms, that is a city, the feral amnesia of us all
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Amina Memory @aminamemorycain.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Deeply honored to have been able to write about the first three films by French filmmaker Leos Carax for the Criterion Collection. His movies were important to me when I was younger, and they are important to me still. www.criterion.com/current/post...
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Three Films by Leos Carax: Vital Signs
With their mix of comedy, ecstasy, and aesthetic strangeness, the French auteur’s first three features grant us access to psychic states that we might not otherwise be able to enter.
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Jeff Young @wildtwin.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
Happy publication day to Latchkey! There’s a stack of signed copies in Liverpoo’s mighty News from Nowhere. They’re already selling fast so if you want one get down there! @sacredparasite.bsky.social
Image shows front cover of Jeff Young’s book Latchkey, signed copies in News from Nowhere, Liverpool
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Kathryn Scanlan and I reading stories and discussing writing with Emma Flynn, January 2021 for @fallowmedia.bsky.social, with music by Mémi. fallowmedia.com/2020/errans/
Mentioned in the conversation:

Laura Van Den Burg - Hold a Wolf by the Ears
Mothers by Chris Power
A Lonely Man by Chris Power
The Georgia Review
Adrian Stokes
John Ruskin
Walter Pater
Eric Dolphy – the sound of the A train, octave split
Max Beckmann
Jack Yeats
The Sense of an Ending by Frank Kermode (where writing is more than “mere chronicity”)
Henri Bergson’s philosophy of time
Proust (the sheer amount of time gained)
Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu
In The Fifties by Leonard Michaels
Lydia Davis
The Poetry School
Eley Williams
Diane Williams
Keith Ridgway
Death of Francis Bacon by Max Porter
The Art of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson
Michelle Leiris’ Francis Bacon essay
Dark Satellites by Clemens Meyer
Blue in Chicago by Bette Howland
W-3 by Bette Howland
Kevin Young’s anthology African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle and Song
Copper Canyon Press
Cardinal by Tyree Daye
Index Cards by Moyra Davey
At the Bottom of the River by Jamaica Kincaid
Tell Me a Riddle by Tillie Olsen
Grace Paley
Black Jesus and Other Superheroes by Venita Blackburn
How to Wrestle a Girl by Venita Blackburn
Notes on Glaze: 18 Photographic Investigations by Wayne Koestenbaum
Figure It Out by Wayne Koestenbaum
The Queen’s Throat by Wayne Koestenbaum
Aug-9-Fog by Kathryn Scanlan
The Dominant Animal by Kathryn Scanlan
Darker with the Lights Out by David Hayden
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
‘The Dead Mixer’, a chapter in my novel ‘All Our Love’, is my contribution to the mystic cosmogony of the Liverpool lock-in. Here in the new issue of Science & Magic along with a lot of terrific writing. www.violetterecords.com/science-and-...
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lawrence jones @lawrentian.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Thoroughly enjoyed Gerri Kimber’s new biog of Katherine Mansfield. So compelling was it that I read it in just two sittings. KM’s life is so meticulously researched & beautifully told by Kimber that I couldn’t put the book down. I feel I “know” KM much better than I ever did before.
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Jeremy Noel-Tod @jntod.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
If you've never seen Margaret Tait's film-poem based on a piece by Gerard Manley Hopkins, I suggest you take six minutes to treat yourself today. I wrote about why I think it works so well here.
someflowerssoon.substack.com
Latch or Catch or Key
On a beautiful film of a Gerard Manley Hopkins poem
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Kathryn Scanlan and I reading stories and discussing writing with Emma Flynn, January 2021 for @fallowmedia.bsky.social, with music by Mémi. fallowmedia.com/2020/errans/
Mentioned in the conversation:

Laura Van Den Burg - Hold a Wolf by the Ears
Mothers by Chris Power
A Lonely Man by Chris Power
The Georgia Review
Adrian Stokes
John Ruskin
Walter Pater
Eric Dolphy – the sound of the A train, octave split
Max Beckmann
Jack Yeats
The Sense of an Ending by Frank Kermode (where writing is more than “mere chronicity”)
Henri Bergson’s philosophy of time
Proust (the sheer amount of time gained)
Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu
In The Fifties by Leonard Michaels
Lydia Davis
The Poetry School
Eley Williams
Diane Williams
Keith Ridgway
Death of Francis Bacon by Max Porter
The Art of Cruelty by Maggie Nelson
Michelle Leiris’ Francis Bacon essay
Dark Satellites by Clemens Meyer
Blue in Chicago by Bette Howland
W-3 by Bette Howland
Kevin Young’s anthology African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle and Song
Copper Canyon Press
Cardinal by Tyree Daye
Index Cards by Moyra Davey
At the Bottom of the River by Jamaica Kincaid
Tell Me a Riddle by Tillie Olsen
Grace Paley
Black Jesus and Other Superheroes by Venita Blackburn
How to Wrestle a Girl by Venita Blackburn
Notes on Glaze: 18 Photographic Investigations by Wayne Koestenbaum
Figure It Out by Wayne Koestenbaum
The Queen’s Throat by Wayne Koestenbaum
Aug-9-Fog by Kathryn Scanlan
The Dominant Animal by Kathryn Scanlan
Darker with the Lights Out by David Hayden
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
For your interest, 'A plan of the town of Liverpool', from 'The Picture of Liverpool, or Strangers' Guide', 1808. The edition owned by Allan Melville and used by his son Herman on his visit to the city in 1839, and referred to in the novel 'Redburn'.
 'A plan of the town of Liverpool', from 'The Picture of Liverpool, or Strangers' Guide', 1808.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
‘The Dead Mixer’, a chapter in my novel ‘All Our Love’, is my contribution to the mystic cosmogony of the Liverpool lock-in. Here in the new issue of Science & Magic along with a lot of terrific writing. www.violetterecords.com/science-and-...
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Jeff Young @wildtwin.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
There’s a brilliant piece by David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social in the new edition of Science & Magic. It’s a chapter called The Dead Mixer from his novel ‘All Our Love’ You can read it here and you should because it’s very good! www.violetterecords.com/science-and-...
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Science & Magic | 33 — Violette Records
The men are getting smaller these days
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David Collard @davidcollard.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
Thanks to Ray Davis for sharing a link to M John Harrison's debut short story 'Marina' which appeared in Science Fantasy magazine in 1966. archive.org/details/Scie...
M John Harrison (writing as John Harrison) in issue 81v24 of Science Fantasy magazine (1966) - his first story to appear in print, 'About a girl who remembered the sea and looked for it in an attic'.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Thanks to David Collard for choosing my story ‘The Auctioneer’ as part of his Personal Anthology. And much gratitude to the memory of Ciaran Carson who published it first all those years ago in The Yellow Nib.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
The Dead Mixer, another chapter from my Liverpool novel All Our Love in the new issue of Science & Magic www.violetterecords.com/science-and-...
The Dead Mixer
by David Hayden a chapter from All Our Love
arrived at the pub round the corner from St Olav's that was
variously known as the Apo-thecary, the Lembic, the Beezer, the Cinnabar, the Auld Slag, or, on the third Tuesday of every second month, the Dead Mixer. The street was quiet and the premises dark at every window. I stood under the nearest working lamppost to examine the flyer that had appeared in my pocket and saw, watermarked through the paper, the words ask for max. I walked down the sticky steps and raised my hand to tap feebly at the door when it swung open. I was
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Thanks to David Collard for choosing my story ‘The Auctioneer’ as part of his Personal Anthology. And much gratitude to the memory of Ciaran Carson who published it first all those years ago in The Yellow Nib.
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Jeff Young @wildtwin.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
For the 33rd edition of Science & Magic I wrote about this house and the things that happened there. You can read it here: www.violetterecords.com/science-and-... My new book Latchkey is set in the house too and you can read more about it and order it here: www.sacredparasite.com/product/jeff...
A house in Liverpool 8
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Autumn fiction: ‘The Unspoken’ @grantamag.bsky.social. granta.com/the-unspoken/
GRANTA
The Unspoken
David Hayden
Horror from David Hayden. 'A shuddering, wordless voice rose in the distance, and another, and another; a chorus, a lament, which ended in a low grunt. There was a coda of sobbing. There was silence?
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Autumn fiction: ‘The Unspoken’ @grantamag.bsky.social. granta.com/the-unspoken/
GRANTA
The Unspoken
David Hayden
Horror from David Hayden. 'A shuddering, wordless voice rose in the distance, and another, and another; a chorus, a lament, which ended in a low grunt. There was a coda of sobbing. There was silence?
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Sacred Parasite @sacredparasite.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
Numbering... The 1st printing of @wildtwin.bsky.social's new novella Latchkey is an edition of 350 hand-numbered copies printed locally in Berlin. Official release date: 29.9.26. Pre-orderable TODAY at: www.sacredparasite.com
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 21/09/2026
My piece 'Keepings' for Visual Verse, commissioned by Preti Taneja, picture by R. Coad. The archive of VV is maintained by @nclanews.bsky.social and is full of wonderful writing and images. visualverse.org/submissions/...
visualverse.org
Keepings - Visual Verse
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
Sheridan Le Fanu’s The House by the Church-yard is unjustly less read and admired than his Uncle Silas. Centred on old Chapelizod, this more loosely shaped, even riverine, gothic novel is animated by mystery and a Thackeray-style jocosity.
Sheridan Le Fanu
The House by the Churchyard 1863
introduced by Elizabeth Bowen
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
Sheridan Le Fanu’s The House by the Church-yard is unjustly less read and admired than his Uncle Silas. Centred on old Chapelizod, this more loosely shaped, even riverine, gothic novel is animated by mystery and a Thackeray-style jocosity.
Sheridan Le Fanu
The House by the Churchyard 1863
introduced by Elizabeth Bowen
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
enough to carry me thru Lorine Niedecker, ‘Remember my little granite pail?’
Remember my little granite pail?
The handle of it was blue.
Think what's got away in my life-Was enough to carry me thru.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
Contributed a short story reading to Doors Into the Dark is a fascinating—now sold out—day of weird fiction at the Seamus Heaney Centre @qubelfastofficial.bsky.social. Saturday 26th September.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
stuck forever Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, ‘Boladh na Fola’, ‘The Smell of Blood’, tr Ciaran Carson
NUALA NÍ DHOMHNAILL
Boladh na Fola•
Dúisím is tá boladh na fola
ceangailte de mo lámha.
Cé ná fuil aon rian dearg ná smearadh le feiscint ná éinne do mo lucht aitheantais in easnamh (comhairím iad ar eagla na heagla
ach beag an baol, táid go léir i láthair) fós, dar liom go bhfuil boladh na fola ceangailte de mo lámha.
Dar mo leabhar ach tá boladh na fola ceangailte de mo lámha.
Cuardaím i dtaobh thiar de mhattress, faoi chabha an staighre, laistiar de dhoras féachaint an corp rí nó flatha
- Polonius ag lobhadh i dtaobh thiar den arras — faoi ndeara boladh seo na fola a bheith ceangailte de mo lámha.
Tá ifreann dorcha lán d'uiscí modartha
is sconnai fuara ag teacht ón mbuacaire.
Tá mo lámha ina leidhbeanna, mo chraiceann gargraithe
briste bheith ag siorghábháilt orthu le slíogart
is n'fheadar cé mhéid barra gallúnach Sunlight ídithe in aisce gan tásc gan tairfe
ceanaite de mo deo go mbeich bolach na fola
CIARAN CARSON
The Smell of Blood
I wake up, and my hands are sticky With the smell of blood.
And though there's not a smudge nor blot In eyeshot, nor any soul
That I know missing (I've counted them, each one, And they're all present and correct), Still, it seems my hands are sticky With the smell of blood.
I swear my hands are sticky
With the smell of blood.
I've rummaged underneath the mattress, In cubbyholes, behind doors,
For fear the body of a rotting king or courtier —
Polonius behind the arras -
Might lurk behind this smell of blood
That's sticking to my hands.
Hell's freezing over with sour water And icy cataracts pour from the tap.
My hands are hacked, the skin is all volcanic Cracks from this eternal pumice-stone,
And I don't know how many bars of Sunlight soap
Have shrunk into exhausted slivers
Since I'm stuck forever with this stink of blood
That's on my hands.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 16/09/2026
stuck forever Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, ‘Boladh na Fola’, ‘The Smell of Blood’, tr Ciaran Carson
NUALA NÍ DHOMHNAILL
Boladh na Fola•
Dúisím is tá boladh na fola
ceangailte de mo lámha.
Cé ná fuil aon rian dearg ná smearadh le feiscint ná éinne do mo lucht aitheantais in easnamh (comhairím iad ar eagla na heagla
ach beag an baol, táid go léir i láthair) fós, dar liom go bhfuil boladh na fola ceangailte de mo lámha.
Dar mo leabhar ach tá boladh na fola ceangailte de mo lámha.
Cuardaím i dtaobh thiar de mhattress, faoi chabha an staighre, laistiar de dhoras féachaint an corp rí nó flatha
- Polonius ag lobhadh i dtaobh thiar den arras — faoi ndeara boladh seo na fola a bheith ceangailte de mo lámha.
Tá ifreann dorcha lán d'uiscí modartha
is sconnai fuara ag teacht ón mbuacaire.
Tá mo lámha ina leidhbeanna, mo chraiceann gargraithe
briste bheith ag siorghábháilt orthu le slíogart
is n'fheadar cé mhéid barra gallúnach Sunlight ídithe in aisce gan tásc gan tairfe
ceanaite de mo deo go mbeich bolach na fola
CIARAN CARSON
The Smell of Blood
I wake up, and my hands are sticky With the smell of blood.
And though there's not a smudge nor blot In eyeshot, nor any soul
That I know missing (I've counted them, each one, And they're all present and correct), Still, it seems my hands are sticky With the smell of blood.
I swear my hands are sticky
With the smell of blood.
I've rummaged underneath the mattress, In cubbyholes, behind doors,
For fear the body of a rotting king or courtier —
Polonius behind the arras -
Might lurk behind this smell of blood
That's sticking to my hands.
Hell's freezing over with sour water And icy cataracts pour from the tap.
My hands are hacked, the skin is all volcanic Cracks from this eternal pumice-stone,
And I don't know how many bars of Sunlight soap
Have shrunk into exhausted slivers
Since I'm stuck forever with this stink of blood
That's on my hands.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Our Godhead Ingeborg Bachmann, ‘Message’
Message
Out of the corpse-warm foyer of the sky steps the sun.
There it is not the immortals, but rather the fallen, we perceive.
And brilliance doesn't trouble itself with decay.
Our Godhead, History, has ordered for us a grave from which there is no resurrection.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 14/09/2026
we must endure all night Wallace Stevens, ‘Man Carrying Thing’
The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully. Illustration:
A brune figure in winter evening resists
Identity. The thing he carries resists
The most necessitous sense. Accept them, then,
As secondary (parts not quite perceived
Of the obvious whole, uncertain particles Of the certain solid, the primary free from doubt,
Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow
Out of a storm we must endure all night,
Out of a storm of secondary things), A horror of thoughts that suddenly are real.
We must endure our thoughts all night, until The bright obvious stands motionless in cold.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
We went a journey far away John Clare, from Northborough MS B9
We went a journey far away The path was often ill to find
The cows from strangers turned away & turned a carless look behind
We passed the stupid staring horse
The farmer eyed us with dislike & where we found no brig to cross We pulled each other oer the dyke
The men where burning shoaf around & thick the ashes seemed to fall The smoke went over half the ground & rolled along & hid us all
We found the columbine so black & dug & took a bundle back
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
A second chapter of my Liverpool novel 'All Our Love' will appear soon in Science & Magic, one of my most favourite online places. It's titled 'The Dead Mixer' and is my contribution to the cosmogony of the 1980s Scouse lock-in.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
We went a journey far away John Clare, from Northborough MS B9
We went a journey far away The path was often ill to find
The cows from strangers turned away & turned a carless look behind
We passed the stupid staring horse
The farmer eyed us with dislike & where we found no brig to cross We pulled each other oer the dyke
The men where burning shoaf around & thick the ashes seemed to fall The smoke went over half the ground & rolled along & hid us all
We found the columbine so black & dug & took a bundle back
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
Contributed a short story reading to Doors Into the Dark is a fascinating—now sold out—day of weird fiction at the Seamus Heaney Centre @qubelfastofficial.bsky.social. Saturday 26th September.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
A second chapter of my Liverpool novel 'All Our Love' will appear soon in Science & Magic, one of my most favourite online places. It's titled 'The Dead Mixer' and is my contribution to the cosmogony of the 1980s Scouse lock-in.
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Jeff Young @wildtwin.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
I have a new book coming out soon, you can pre-order it here. It’s a novella called Latchkey and it’s published in Berlin by the excellent @sacredparasite.bsky.social It’s VERY 1980s Liverpool 8 and it’s set in the aftermath of my Amsterdam years. Wild times… www.sacredparasite.com/product/jeff...
sacredparasite.com
Jeff Young's LATCHKEY
THIS IS A PRE-ORDER!!! ALL PRE-ORDERS WILL SHIP SHORTLY AFTER I HAVE THE BOOKS BACK FROM THE PRINTER, SOMETIME BEFORE THE OFFICIAL PUBLICATION DATE. Official Publication Date: 29.9.26 Latchkey's narra...
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
who your father is Franco Fortini, 'The Trees', tr W.S. Di Piero
The trees I see from my window
all look alike. But that's not true. A huge one cracked and now we can't remember
what a great green wall it was.
Others are blighted.
The earth can hardly breathe. Just when the hedges start
to put forth new leaves August chokes them with dust,
October with smoke. The garden's history doesn't mesh with the city's. We don't have time to sketch the leaves and insects or sit long hours
working in the bright daylight. The trees look alike,
the species seems dependable. And yet they're taken away, very far away. Not a cry,
not a whisper gets back to us. It's more important, my daughter, to know the fact than
to lose all hope while we look at the trees together
and you learn who your father is.
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Winter Papers @winterpapers.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
We're really pleased to be sponsoring an artist residency at Drumnadubber Studios in Co Leitrim. It's an admin-light application process - closing date 30 Sept 26, do encourage interested artists to apply. Details on applications here: winterpapers.com/submissions
winterpapers.com
Winter Papers Submissions
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
who your father is Franco Fortini, 'The Trees', tr W.S. Di Piero
The trees I see from my window
all look alike. But that's not true. A huge one cracked and now we can't remember
what a great green wall it was.
Others are blighted.
The earth can hardly breathe. Just when the hedges start
to put forth new leaves August chokes them with dust,
October with smoke. The garden's history doesn't mesh with the city's. We don't have time to sketch the leaves and insects or sit long hours
working in the bright daylight. The trees look alike,
the species seems dependable. And yet they're taken away, very far away. Not a cry,
not a whisper gets back to us. It's more important, my daughter, to know the fact than
to lose all hope while we look at the trees together
and you learn who your father is.
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Sinéad Gleeson @sineadgleeson.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
Marianne von Werefkin, #BOTD in 1860, in Russia. I’m writing about Paula Modhersohn-Becker & Gabriele Münter, and at the RA’s Making Modernism, discovered MVW's work beside theirs. After shooting her own hand, MVW had to relearn to paint. L-R: The Dancer Alexander Sacharoff The Return The Twins
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Sacred Parasite @sacredparasite.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
Latchkey is overflowing with heart and humor and The Bohemian Frame of Mind. It is a Liebesbrief to a lost and found Liverpool, and you can now pre-order @wildtwin.bsky.social's unmissable new novella here: www.sacredparasite.com/product/jeff... Cover photo: Gerard Fieret Author photo: Alex Hurst
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
Doors Into the Dark is a fascinating day of weird fiction at the Seamus Heaney Centre 26/9 @qubelfastofficial.bsky.social that ends with an evening of new strange & speculative writing, hosted by @theactualemma.bsky.social & Niall McKenna inc a new story of mine. www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/doors-into...
eventbrite.co.uk
Doors Into the Dark: A Day of Weird Fiction
Join us to explore Science-Fiction, Speculative Fiction, Horror, Myth and the Weird with the makers of fiction, film, comics and games.
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Sinéad Gleeson @sineadgleeson.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
Two John McGahern arrivals today: Frank Shovlin's landmark biography (out October 8th) Amongst Women (foreword by me, out now). The other reissues are That They May Face the Rising Sun (Kevin Barry), Memoir (Yiyun Li) and The Dark (Colin Walsh) @faberbooks.bsky.social www.faber.co.uk/product/9780...
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 05/09/2026
RLS evening.
ROBERT LOUIS
STEVENSON
THE COMPLETE SHORT STORIES in two volumes 
Edited by IAN BELL
The Centenary Edition
HENRY HOLT
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 05/09/2026
In 2022 Richard V Hirst edited a collection of short stories inspired by David Bowie's Low with a great contributor list inc Dima Alzayat, Anne Billson, Rowan Hisayo Buchanan, Jen Calleja, Wendy Erskine & Preti Taneja. My story was Breaking Glass. www.confingopublishing.uk/product-page...
Waiting for the Gift: short stories inspired by David Bowie's album Low, edited by Richard V Hirst. Contributors: Dima Alzayat, Anne Billson, Rowan Hisayo Buchanan, Jen Calleja, Ruby Cowling, Wendy Erskine, Keeley Forsyth, David Hayden, Zoë McLean, Adam Marek, Preti Taneja, Melissa Wan and Hugo Wilcken.
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
Waterstone’s Boston bookmark on 1990s paperback of William Gaddis’s The Recognitions. Cover with detail of Hugo van der Goes, Portinari Altarpiece (Uffizi, Florence).
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 04/09/2026
spooky whites Leonard Michaels, ‘The Pinch’, from ‘Downers’
THE PINCH
Night came. I went to the window. My mother said, "What are you looking at?" I looked. She stood beside me and touched my arm. "What are you looking at?" Swinging through the windy blackness were spooky whites. My mother looked. She said, "Sheets. Sheets on a line." I saw pale neurasthenics licking bodies of the air. She said, "You don't believe me?
Put on your coat." She took me to the alley and held my hand. We stood beneath the sheets. I heard a dull spasmodic flap as the wind released them. We went home. I stood at the window. "Sheets on a line," she said.
I was crying. She pinched my arm. "I pinched your arm," she said. Her face came closer to mine, as if to bring my face closer to mine, pleading,
"I will pinch your arm."
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 14/01/2026
‘Parades Gone By’, a short story of mine in The Georgia Review. www.thegeorgiareview.com/posts/parade...
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 31/08/2026
I put a very large box of mostly excellent books on the street. All went very quickly except for these two great Henry Green novels in excellent @dalkeyarchive.bsky.social editions (I have others). A writer who has kept a strong reputation but lost most readers, it seems.
HENRY GREEN
"Green's novels reproduce as few do the actual sensations of living"- Elizabeth Bowen
NOTHING
HENRY
GREEN
DOTING
"Very light fingers are at work here creating a comedy of manners of high order, and the result is at once humorous, delicate, flippant. ordered, and demonically wise." —Kirkus
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David Hayden @seventydys.bsky.social · 30/08/2026
Night sky with moon through clouds
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