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@orendabooks.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 9:01 AM

How much could you do at seven years old?
What about eleven?

A book about brotherhood💛

#ThePrincesOfPaupersPond by the INCREDIBLE @lars_elling_artist is OUT NOW✨️

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#FathersAndSons #Brotherhood #FamilySaga #HistoricalFiction

@brian-trehearne.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 9:02 PM

Here is "Man to Man," from my new book *Paper Black Leaf*. For info and more poems go to btrehearne.online/poems, and thanks for listening. #poems #poetry #poetryreading #fathersandsons

@orendabooks.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 5:21 PM

TOMORROW🥹💛

#ThePrincesOfPaupersPond💛 by the INCREDIBLE Lars Elling (t. by Don Bartlett) comes out TOMORROW✨️

👇️PREORDER NOW!👇️
🔗https://geni.us/U7FM

#FathersAndSons #Brotherhood #FamilySaga #HistoricalFiction

@orendabooks.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 9:00 AM

What did your father teach you?

The wondrous, profound and deeply moving debut novel by one of Norway’s finest artists, Lars Elling is OUT TOMORROW🙌

#ThePrincesOfPaupersPond💛 by the INCREDIBLE Lars Elling✨️

PREORDER NOW!👇️
🔗https://geni.us/U7FM

#FathersAndSons #Brotherhood #HistoricalFiction

@thecondition.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 10:46 AM

scottmcdaniel.substack.com/p/my-fathers... #booksky #fathersandsons #writersoftheheart

@buchanan.todaySep 6, 2026, 12:32 AM

Unlike the US and the UK, we celebrate Fathers Day on the first Sunday in September down here in Australia. To mark the occasion, here’s a short reflective piece I wrote about Dad and I for “The Big Issue” a few years back. #FathersDay #FathersAndSons

Like Father Like Son Craig Buchanan gets advice from his father every morning, whether he likes it or not. MY FATHER HAUNTS my shaving mirror. Not literally, you understand. If restless soul watching over my morning it’s more likely mine than his. ‘Ona purely objective level, know that. Nor is the haunting something that has been limited to the years since Dad's death. vividly recall waking, hungover and in the pokey litle London Dedsit that moved into in my late teens move aimed at least partly at putting some distance between us and seeing his likeness peering back at my eyes. immediately decided to grow what was, with hindsight, ‘quite ludicrous moustache. It doubtless reminded others ofthe leather-clad biker from the first Police Academy movie, but served to me that looked Jess like my father, drastically reducing the amount of time spent each morning ‘with him looking back at me from my mocking my avoidance. ‘That isn't to say Dad and didn't get along, We had our share of clashes, as suspect most teens and parents do, and. we eventually conceded it was diffieult to close quarters, But that was simply the result of two very similar men trying to share the same space one older and his ways, the other younger and programmed to push boundaries. ‘Looking back, think we each saw our ‘laws reflected in the other and decided distance was the only lens that offered the of distortion. ‘When migrated to Australia in the early 20008, Dad was already in decline. In his fifties, combination of debilitating diseases MS and, as we later to discover, cancer were making common cause with the fruits ‘of series af dubious lifestyle choices to grind him down, He was heavy smoker, and only became heavier as his illnesses limited his movement. He had been since his own teens beer with ouble whisky chaser. he visited Australia only ‘once, and spent mast of that holiday in wheelchair, parked uncomfortably outside one local pub or another, sucking, torn between the sun anid the shade. S