This week I almost decided to write another blog post half way through the week so that this one would not be as long, but I didn’t. Now, starting this at 8.30pm on Sunday night, I’m regretting my earlier tardiness. …
Sunday Poem – Neil Curry
Evening all – I am so tired writing this – all self inflicted as yesterday I went for a night out in Blackpool. There was about 25 of us who went out last night to celebrate the 18th and 21st…
Sunday Poem – Philip Morre
Tonight’s post might be quite long. Lots has happened this week – on Thursday I spent a lovely day in Ilkley and met up with the team behind the Ikley Literature Festival to talk through my events and stuff that…
Sunday Poem – Carolyn Jess-Cooke
Afternoon all! Seems strange to be starting writing this in daylight but I’m parked on the sofa for the rest of Sunday now. In fact I’m feeling so lazy I can’t even be bothered to go and get anything to…
Sunday Poem – Wendy Pratt
This week has been a bit of a strange week. When I sat down to write this blog, I had no idea what I was going to say because I couldn’t remember what I’d done all week. I’m hoping this…
Sunday Poem – David Tait
Evening all – first of all my apologies for the missing Sunday Poem last Sunday. Since last Saturday I have been in Inchnadamph, which is in north-west Scotland, in a small two-bedroomed cottage which we renamed ‘Midge Mansion’. It’s real…
Dove Cottage Young Poets
Dove Cottage Young Poets are currently recruiting new members! We meet on Fridays from 3.30pm-5.30pm at Abbot Hall Gallery in Kendal to read, discuss and write poetry. This year there will also be an opportunity to work towards an Arts…
Sunday Poem – Holly Hopkins
Evening folks. On Friday afternoon I was running a poetry workshop for a group of young writers as usual in Kendal. Esther Rutter has been developing a private wordpress blog for the use of the young writers in the group…
Dear Mr Gove – Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!
Dear Mr Gove dear mr gove today I taught the children not to sit like bags of small potatoes in their chairs I taught them how to breathe with their bellies like babies do when they are sleeping we…
Sunday Poem – James Caruth
Evening all. I’ve dragged myself away from editing my collection with great difficulty tonight to write this post – which is strange because I had to really force myself to start editing. I think I was worried because I knew…
