My first Sunday Poem post in over a month and I’m already back into my bad habits – ie writing it just before midnight when I should really be asleep. This morning I went for a six mile run with…
Sunday Poem – Mike Farren
I’ve been on holiday for the last week in Benidorm with three friends that I run with. Our women’s running holiday is turning into an annual tradition. It feels slightly false to call it a running holiday as 90% of…
Residential Poetry Course, St Ives
I’m really excited to announce that I’ll be running my annual Residential Poetry Course down in St Ives in 2018 with the fabulous Helen Mort as my co-tutor. The course will be running from 9th-14th April 2018, and I’ll be…
Sunday Poem – Kate Wakeling
I had beautiful clear-white pages in my diary this week. It has been the first week in ages I’ve not been gallivanting around the place. I spent a large portion of it doing my tax return, or more accurately, filling…
Sunday Poem – Pauline Yarwood
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 – 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
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…
