Back to my bad habits of writing my blog late at night! My excuse today is that I’ve been in Lancaster running a 10k race. I’m not even going to play it cool, pretending to drop this in…
Sunday Poem – Alan Buckley
I’ve been training since the summer to take part in the Lancaster half marathon and Sunday is one of the days I do a long run. Today I did 20 kilometres with a group of friends, not particularly fast, but…
News about St Ives February Residential
I’m really excited about the next residential that I’ll be running in February with one of my best friends David Tait, who also happens to be a fabulous poet and tutor. David and I have been working on the theme…
Sunday Poem – Keith Hutson
I’ve had a rough day today. I’ve spent most of it in bed with a horrible cold. I’ve been ignoring this cold since Thursday but I succumbed today and spent the morning feeling very sorry for myself. I didn’t get…
Sunday Poem – Bob Horne
I’m sat in my writing room looking out at darkness once again. That isn’t entirely accurate of course. I can see the edges of the houses whose back gardens lead onto ours. I can make out the shape of a…
Sunday Poem – Lisa Brockwell
I’m not in my writing room today – sat on the sofa instead, in front of the T.V because I’ve been watching the wonderfulness that is Gogglebox. Last time I watched this, I was in Groningen in Holland, curled up…
October Residential – Guest Poet
I’m really excited to announce that Sarah Hymas will be our guest poet for the October Residential Poetry Course. She is a poet, performer and artistbook maker. Her writing has appeared in print, multimedia exhibits, dance videos, lyrics, pyrotechnical installations,…
Sunday Poem – Myra Schneider
No view today apart from the dark, and my own reflection in the window, and through the gaps of the houses opposite, I can see a few streetlights, and one window in the house opposite has a light on. It’s only…
Sunday Poem – Linda Gregerson
It is glorious sunshine today here, though half of the garden is already in shadow, now that it is mid-afternoon. The hawthorn tree is still covered in red berries, and at the bottom of the garden, the laurel bushes that we…
Sunday Poem – Cheryl Pearson
I’m writing this in my still-lovely writing room. It’s now finished! I put another floor-to-ceiling cupboard in yesterday and filled it with various bits, so now, although it’s small, I’ve got floor space to scoot around on my office chair.…