This week I’ve spent a bit of time planning my summer holidays. In August, I’m off to Macedonia to read at the Struga Poetry Festival, as part of the Versopolis project. I’ll be at the festival for nearly a week,…
Sunday Poem – Katie Hale
This morning, my lovely husband said ‘Let’s have an easy Sunday today and not go for a long walk’ (which was what we’d planned). Ok, I said, thinking longingly of the multiple episodes of Love Island I have to catch…
Sunday Poem – Emily Blewitt
It’s been a pretty full-on week this week! Yesterday I had a lovely poetry marathon, like I used to in the Olden Days. I started off doing 5k at park run – I thought I would have a good go…
Sunday Poem – Ayelet Mckenzie
I’m writing this in the back garden today – it’s vaguely sunny here in Barrow, and now I’m running again, I like being outdoors most of the time. I’m not sure if it’s to do with circulation or what, but…
Sunday Poem – John Mee
Technically it’s not Sunday anymore, but having spent the whole weekend running Kendal Poetry Festival, and as the days have blurred and lost their usual boundaries, I figured I would just post this weeks Sunday Poem anyway, and depend on…
Sunday Poem – Arthur Broomfield
I’m writing today after last night’s terrible events in London. It feels like there isn’t anything I can say that would mean anything. The 24 hour news cycle, the constant speculation, the grilling of obviously traumatised eye witnesses by news…
Sunday Poem – Polly Atkin
I’m writing my blog in the garden today. Our ‘half a hawthorn’ tree (the neighbour chops it in half because it hangs over our fence) is valiantly putting out blossom on our side of the garden, just in the lower…
December Poetry Carousel Workshops
Below you will find information about the workshops that will be running during the December Poetry Carousel. A third of the places are already gone for this residential weekend, so if you’re thinking of coming, I would advise you to…
December Poetry Carousel
Sitting here listening to the birds singing, and the sun vaguely shining, and after days of beautiful weather, it feels like December is very far off. It feels strange to be planning for winter when summer is starting. However, this…
Sunday Poem – Ina Anderson
It’s been three weeks since my last blog. I was under the delusion that it had only been two – time apparently flies when you’re not blogging. Since my last blog, I’ve done a lot of swimming, which started as…