I left Twitter for Bluesky You might ask why? Some of us were hoping to dodge the bots maybe read about hand-knitted socks and then a man called Bill our poet for hirewrote about lorries full of water and one full of coffins and for a moment a cloud crossed Bluesky We'd imagined food, medicine, food, medicine possibly bandages even under Bluesky the bright light can fade no-one has ever imagined that coffins could be aid.Among the lorries full of waterone full of coffinsinching slowly across the border.
— Bill Manhire (@pacificraft.bsky.social) 2023-10-23T04:37:49.292Z
a curious half hour 
Trust you to capture how we all feel. Love this
LikeLiked by 1 person
xx Thanks, Tania.
LikeLike
Would you please send me a bluesky invitation? You remind me of Whim Wham in this poem 🙂
LikeLike
Morena, Rachel. I’ve sent you an invitation via email. I had to google Whim Wham and found Curnow… I didn’t know. XX
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Maggie! Whim Wham poems were in The Press, so South Island thing, pre- Stuff. So a geographical blank for you, not a historical one.
LikeLike
Maggie, I’m curious about BlueSky as I haven’t heard about it. Could I be cheeky and ask for an invitation to join? As always, I’ve enjoyed your poem.
LikeLike
It’s kind of like Twitter but hopefully less toxic… not as responsive perhaps and you can’t post videos… I’ll check if I have any codes I can offer you. I’d be most happy to share. I only had two codes and have given two away but I might by now have some more…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Suzanne… just checked and don’t seem to have any more codes but will definitely give you one when one becomes available!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not a problem, Maggie. I was just curious.
LikeLike