A while ago I was contacted by David Ward, the Literature Officer at the Theatre by The Lake in Keswick who had seen one of my poems in “The Weekly Word” which is an email newsletter circulated by New Writing…
Sunday Poem – Carola Luther
I’ve spent a lovely morning re-reading Carola Luther’s two collections to pick a favourite poem. This is why I started this feature really – to give myself a reason to take time to slow down and read my favourite poets…
Poetry Wivenhoe Hangover
I’m writing from my throne on the sofa, in the throes of a Poetry Wivenhoe hangover. On Thursday, I drove down to Wivenhoe, which was a six hour drive and arrived at my friend Chris Tanner’s house at about six. …
Sunday Poem – Due to disorganisation, you’ll have to put up with a poem from yours truly
Hello everyone – I’ve had a bit of a busy weekend – reading at Lancaster Spotlight on Friday evening, reading at Keswick’s Theatre by the Lake on Saturday afternoon, and then off to Poem and A Pint with the lovely…
Roundup
Hello all – This week has been my first ‘proper’ week as a part-time teacher instead of full time. I had Monday off after a very full and exciting weekend down at the Inpress Poetry Garden Market. The reading went…
Sunday Poem – Ian Parks
Today’s poem is by Ian Parks – a wonderful northern poet who I met through our mutual friends, David Tait and David Thom. Ian is a lovely, warm person who takes time to encourage others in their poetry as well…
Inpress Poetry Garden Market
This is just going to be a short post, as I am actually meant to be packing. I also need to shower so that I don’t turn up to London all stinky. Tomorrow, I’m off to the Southbank in…
Sunday Poem – Hilda Sheehan
Evening folks. This week’s Sunday poem is by Hilda Sheehan, a lovely lady that I met on the Second Light course a couple of weeks ago. I shared a room with Hilda all week, so thank goodness we hit it…
Gossip and part-time goodness
So since my last post, I’ve been to Bulgaria on a lovely holiday with the hubby. We had a great time, despite there being no air conditioning in our hotel room, and our room being above a kareoke bar, where…
Sunday Poem – Nikola Madzirov
FAST IS THE CENTURY – NIKOLA MADZIROV Fast is the century. If I were wind I would have peeled the bark off the trees and the facades off the buildings in the outskirts. If I were gold, I would have been…