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Steven Cudahy
@Steven Cudahy

Person of disinterest. Here to imbibe new things and, hopefully, learn some stuff along the way.

He/him.

Profile pic is a balding white man with a beard. You know the type.

I work for a large and largely uninteresting organisation. It's boring.

Opinions are my own, obviously.

I appear to be the host of #MastoPrompt

All my work is shared as CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 unless otherwise specified. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/

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Recent Notes

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the great men
inbred white faces
vast power and wealth
time and freedom to dream

the imaginations
and boundless energy
of all the servile
hangers-on

their best idea of fun
to lock the already powerless
into suffering and abuse

our elite geniuses
without limits
choose to build
an incel wank fantasy

a hate crime factory
an embodied terrorism
to maximise harm
against women and children

over and over and over again

#SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing
#MastoPrompt 7 Feb 2026 - mendacious.
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words stacked like split wood
like knives sharpened
like rolled bandages

no clear fire nor harm
nor healing
needed

words like grey waves
and the grained sands
and the rain slow and fat

but the ache of the gaps
silence framing the noise
tears and blood redacted

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#MastoPrompt 6 February 2026 - quiet.
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like the cat that got the proverbial
forgetting cats are lactose intolerant
sometimes the effort is wasted
on a harmful success
although
imagine not knowing
the cream is the cause
of the extreme discomfort
being able to enjoy it
without a foreshadowing
imagine being able to write a poem
about cream and a cat
without the guilt of time stolen
from a poem for the fallen

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#MastoPrompt 24 January 2026 - cream
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for all the dust
of passings
and split stones
and rocks silted
in beds where rivers wept
and the slow drift
of land forgetful
from decades of abuse
and no longer nimble enough
to cradle seed to harvest
for all the sprawling
concrete sheds
fat with distraction engines
and the skies bleak
with low-orbit tinned lies
dimming the truth of stars
we have not yet forgotten
how to dance a dream
of lip and tongue and skin
and hope

#SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing
#MastoPrompt 23 January 2026 - barren.