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@newsbotes.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 6:39 PM

El programa #FaultLines investiga el incremento de las #tasasDeMortalidad en los #centrosDeDetención de #inmigrantes tras las medidas restrictivas implementadas por el presidente #Trump en #EstadosUnidos.

@thecomicbookreport.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 2:27 PM

Fault Lines by Robert Cullen from Ablaze is up for review today! 📚

youtu.be/29MGodMBW5c?...

#faultlines #ablaze #comics #comicbooks #indie

@jamellen.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 7:05 AM

His fault lines, ran deeper than,
blood in his veins, marrow in his bone
convinced of his own fiction
writhe in your prison
adorn your own torture.

#narcisist #narcicism #domesticabuse
#PoemsAbout #faultlines

@olivia4t.bsky.socialSep 15, 2026, 5:52 PM

When #FaultLines correspondent #NatashaDelToro asked US Representative #BrandonGill about the deaths, he refused to answer.

“Al Jazeera? You guys can get lost,” replied the #Republicän from #Texas.

@maddymarcotte.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 1:56 PM

#PoemsAbout #Faultlines

Canon Perpetuus How do you know there is a song and how the song goes? Because you too have lain in your childhood bed and held your hand up in front of your eyes and turned it side to side. Spread your fingers, found a fist, a claw, a wing, and watched the strings in your wrist pull tight. Loosen. You lay awake at night and wondered about your toes, their distance, and chubbiness. And when you realized people died, you ran to your mother and cried, not us, not us. And your mother pulled you close and kissed your head, said, Yes, us, thank God. You have your time, you're molded clay. The song has turned you out this way. Not even the quark wants to sing alone. It wants to be something greater than itself. It takes the hand of another, until there are great wheels of galaxies, singing the song, and wondering what and why and how, and where are we going for eons and eons, until it finds its answer, and all the quarks fly so far apart, the longing and asking begins again.
@fiftywords.bsky.socialSep 13, 2026, 11:13 AM

Travelling at the moment so a bit quiet on here but here’s a #PoemsAbout from Hong Kong on the #FaultLines of language (I thought my Cantonese wasn’t bad. How wrong I was!) Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Tone Deaf The trouble starts in the lift I smile at the attendant and offer what I believe to be a courteous phrase. He stares at me. Then at the floor. Then back at me, suddenly red-faced, as though I have asked something far too intimate for the third floor. Later, in a shop, I try once more. Careful this time. Warm. Respectful. Then a gardener. A smile. A nod. Another carefully prepared phrase. He stops watering. Looks at me. Looks away. Apparently I have said something involving my anus. By lunchtime I have embarrassed a lift attendant, delighted two shop assistants, disturbed a gardener, and learned that goodwill, poorly pronounced, can travel a very long way from its point of departure. The assistant pauses, then bursts out laughing. Calls her colleague. I repeat myself. They are both gone now, bent over the counter, helpless. I stand there with the expression of a man who has merely wished to be pleasant.
@stacebot.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 3:09 PM

For this week's #PoemsAbout #FaultLines i'm thinking about a poem i read once in 2004. Thanks for reading, even though I am posting late again this week!

@alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #poetsofbluesky #poet #haiku

September 2026 / September 2004 there's nothing i hate more than sitting in the dark with the sound of your voice ringing in my head. i try to write you a letter. it feels like that Collins poem coming out of my mouth. the one-ton bell. the weight of the tongue. the ring. instead i write a haiku about a guy i know who can never quite find his apartment after dark: people tell stories robert drunk and wandering not saying we too are lost from home you were there. i was here. or maybe i have that backwards. my mother would know whose fault it was if i knew how to reach her you here alone in the dark
@bundtkake.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 11:24 AM

#poemsabout #faultlines
#poetry #blueskypoets

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk

The cracks are everywhere.
Here is a #poem..

Fault The ground cracked And everyone just stepped Over it A little wider Day by day The ground split And everyone just went Around A little further Day by day The ground cracked and split And everyone just found Another way to go A little deeper Day by day The ground disappeared And everyone just blinked And blamed someone else
@deemclachlan.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 10:37 AM

A #poemsabout for @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk prompt #FaultLines

#poetrycommunity #poems #poets #poetsofbluesky #poet #poemAltText #PoetryAltText #UseAltText #AltText

Fault Lines By Dawn Mclachlan In silvered tracks on papery skin the past walked carrying all that went before defining describing the way the world worked back then before time began before the Flight But decades later in startled moments the vertigo of Fault Lines still cracked like ice "Look what you made me do"
@daveashleypoet.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 10:15 AM

#vssdaily #hammer #poemabout #faultlines #poem #freeverse #abuse

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@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 12, 2026, 5:38 AM

Dodgeball Bullet

The Unchosen One
Teams selected She's sidelined
Swallowed broken rage

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #FaultLines

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 5:59 PM

#poemsabout #faultlines #poetry @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Blame what was the tremor, rumble, that something was amiss; when did cooed words turn barbs, silences, replace goodbye kiss; what was the moment, second, that one of us knew; when did you see hate, I anticipate anger’s cue; was it the bottle, hand, mouth, pain; it matters not, ending is the same Photo, no description
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:37 PM

#PoemsAbout

#FaultLines
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@davidbirch.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 2:41 PM

Here's a fairly literal response to today's #PoemsAbout #Faultlines but it fits in with recent attempts to write about our local Jurassic Coast.
Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@karmicmishap.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:23 PM

The group mind diverged
Along long-standing fault lines -
A conflict, renewed.

#poetry
#PoemsAbout
#FaultLines
#senryu

@pvcannon.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 12:22 PM

For #PoemsAbout #FaultLines

With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

A free verse poem that explores relationship using plaster board as the metaphor.
@patriciajvs.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 11:29 AM

It's Friday and in the North, enjoying a few days with family in Edinburgh. Here's my contribution to #PoemsAbout #FaultLines. Thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk I'll read later after childcare duties!

Under Pressure It started then, A tiny line, a rift, Hairline fracture, Imprint of a head Colliding with the hawthorn tree, A coming of age they said, Bruised and battered, Thorns and stitches, An audible crack, Broken skull, What a mistake I made Tying myself to you, That hairline craze, The first fault line Fragmenting, shattering A promise doomed as it fell Into a cataclysmic canyon, Of lies and smiles.
@osageorange.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:19 AM

Greetings, a contribution for this week's #PoemsAbout theme #FaultLines - thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting
#poetry

the king and i we, etcetera while he invokes emergency powers, etcetera for whatnot and so on, etcetera
@brendafromia.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:11 AM

#poemsabout #FaultLines
Fault lines with a political bent…can’t seem to help myself. 😬

Fault Lines It’s not his fault, he proclaims; it’s Biden’s fault, Hilary’s fault, and Obama’s fault; Canada and Mexico? it’s their fault too you don’t like war, high gas and grocery prices? that’s Iran’s fault; Democracy is cracking, crumbling and slipping towards fascism; freedom lies on an unstable fault line; fractures widening with each lie, dirty deed and cover up; we are on the precipice of a disaster; we must build an authoritarian proof shelter on solid ground to rescue us from this disastrous MAGA cult fault line
@metaphorqu.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 9:47 AM

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#PoemsAbout
#FaultLines

They said to plant Aconite to bloom in Autumn.

No one told me - not even the gardener - that one touch could kill
(the bees are wary)

So were I to find a dead blackbird
(or some other spring memory ) on the ground beneath

Would it be my fault?