Ian Winter

@gmzcodes Love the flags service, but am really not on-board with the chequered backdrop. 😵‍💫 Makes it hard to compare the details in the flags.

Authentic eye-witness accounts of what’s happening in Gaza are hard to come by. This, from Private Eye, reveals so much.

@SmmrSessions Do you have stage times for tonight (Southampton)?

@natebjones Same for me

welp substack is down

@AnthropicAI Your website’s footer has its links mixed up: agents goes to code, code goes to agents.

New poem: American politics and the dread of “the Me”, the ghost in your bedroom, his cold hand on your toes. undergrowth.me/p/somebodys-st…

Valentine’s Day… ugh! Love… yay! New poem on desire, faith, the heavenly choir and Cupid. undergrowth.me/p/seraphim

New poetry by me: a concertina of time, and impotence in the face of climate change undergrowth.me/p/hourglass-sa…

My latest writing, on dealing with death. Grief grows like ivy – delicate, lingering, and rooted in these three poems. undergrowth.me/p/buzzers-call

My friend Juliet is fundraising to go to Uganda to give medical support to help prevent mothers’ deaths during childbirth. Good cause! justgiving.com/crowdfunding/j…

The one where Claude AI confesses to its failings. open.substack.com/pub/undergrowt…

New #poetry, on my foppishly fashionable youth meeting the ice-cold reality of Yorkshire. undergrowth.me/p/moor

@morethescarier Out of the blue, No.10 on this list says something very lovely about Mike Schank. open.substack.com/pub/fatherkari…

A silly little poem, and a more serious opinion on these pioneer-days of AI-generated imagery. undergrowth.me/p/redflag

It never rests, there’s wave on wave, the sea has neither birth nor grave, we simply chance to hear its flights of noisy song on quiet nights. A #poem on waves and intimacy: undergrowth.me/p/one-mile-inl…

#Poetry, on loss and grief tumbled into nature. undergrowth.me/p/silt #stillbirth

Latest poem from me – all nots and backwardness. “…Knit back the fibres, dis-rent what we’ve torn, de-build our towers, diluted, unborn, unfall for each other, wipe the sun from the dawn…” #poetry #relationships undergrowth.me/p/de

New poem, on people passing, or not. …So beckon them, close to the pew next to you… #poetry #grief undergrowth.me/p/tendrils