For Bryan, 13, who sleeps through Li-young Lee By Matthew Siegel Normally I would snap my fingers behind your ear but it’s summer and I understand why you are sick of poems. Normally, I would wake you with my teacher…
Poetry Workshop, Barrow-in-Furness
I will be running an all day poetry workshop on the 14th November at Hawcoat Park Community Centre, Skelwith Drive, Barrow in Furness from 10am-4pm. The workshop costs £15 and beginners and experienced poets are welcome. The day will consist…
Sunday Poem – Katherine Stansfield
Hares I have seen – Katherine Stansfield The first crashed a fence in a field near Shrewsbury. It was after lunch of lamb slow-roasted for a night and a day, its grease still slick on my fingers when she broke…
Sunday Poem – Hubert Moore
Boy’s Name – Hubert Moore The wooden post in the pond where the kingfisher perches is a bare post, and indeed when they asked you your name you couldn’t say anything. You knew it of course. You’d answer if somebody…
Sunday Poem – Jack Underwood
Inventory of Friends – Jack Underwood I run through the grass-topped lives of my friends: I would like to have his body that is so slender it looks sponsored by a company from Switzerland, or that guy’s gliding youth, his…
Sunday Poem – Peter R White
It is not Sunday, it is not Sunday. It’s barely still Monday. And yet. Better late than never I suppose! This week has been slightly bizarre. There was the come-down from the high of the Forward Prize ceremony. The night…
Sunday Poem – Ian Duhig
I’m writing this on Friday and am hoping to use the wonders of modern technology to get this to post on Sunday, all by itself, whilst I’m busy swanning around London. The husband and I are making a weekend of…
Residential Poetry Course at St Ives – Change of Tutor
Sadly, Clare Shaw is no longer able to tutor at St Ives in February 2016 due to other work commitments which include a new post as the Royal Literary Fellow at Huddersfield University. Although I am sad not to be…
Sunday Poem – Malcolm Carson
I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog in the last couple of weeks. I’ve been getting a bit weary – not with picking the poems, which I love doing, but with writing about my week, which seems to become…
Sunday Poem – Mark Carson
Sunday Poem by Mark Carson, plus a run-down of my writing, running and trumpet playing week.