Sunday Poem by Mark Carson, plus a run-down of my writing, running and trumpet playing week.
Sunday Poem – Nichola Deane
Evening all – I’m writing this from the glamorous location of a Virgin train, somewhere between Carlisle and Oxenholme. I’ve been at Borderlines – the Carlilse Book festival since yesterday afternoon and have had an amazing weekend. When I got…
Poetry Carousel 11th-13th December 2015 – Workshop Blurbs
There are a handful of places left on the Poetry Carousel – a residential poetry course with a difference that is running at Abbot Hall Hotel, Kents Bank, Grange Over Sands from December 11th-13th, 2015. Tutors are myself, Amanda Dalton,…
Sunday Poem – Wayne Price
I cannot say that I’m not relieved to have got to the end of this week – two four hour rehearsals, two readings and one gig, all while I’ve had the most awful cold. In fact to call it a…
Sunday Poem – Mary Noonan
I’m feeling very sorry for myself today because I’ve had a sore throat and a headache for the last couple of days. Chris (the husband) had a cold and now has sinusitis and is in a bit of a state…
Sunday Poem – Penny Boxall
I’m writing this from a motorway services station at midnight on Wednesday night. It is a very strange place to be. There are two men who are sitting in front of the slot machines – they’ve been there for the…
Sunday Poem – Louis Mulcahy
Poor John Foggin is going to have to read the Sunday Poem on Monday morning instead as it will be well past midnight by the time I finish it. This morning I went to run the Hoad Hill Half Marathon. …
Sunday Poem – Arthur Broomfield
Evening folks – it feels like much more than a week since the last time I wrote on here, so much has happened. Sometimes it is difficult to write exactly what has been happening, especially if it concerns other people. …
Sunday Poem – Luke Samuel Yates
I’m writing this from a hotel room in Dublin, which seems unwise as earlier I agreed with the husband that it would be a brilliant idea to go running at 7am and it is now nearly 1am. However, I have…
Sunday Poem – Matthew Clegg
I’m writing this blog post from my mum and dad’s house in Leicester, sitting at the dining room table because it is the only place I can sit and not be smothered by their rather over-enthusiastic border collie Taz who…