I’ve not been to one school christmas concert this year. I’ve not played one christmas carol, or conducted a christmas carol. This is my first end-of-term where I am not a music teacher. It obviously feels very different – this…
Sunday Poem – John Mills
Another week with no medical disaster, trauma or mishap so I think I am out of the woods. Before my operation, I would work until at least midnight, writing or catching up with admin. Since the hospital though, I’ve been going…
Sunday Poem – Sarah Littlefeather Demick
I’m tentatively starting this blog post by saying I’m feeling a lot better this week. It’s been two weeks and 5 days since my emergency operation, but I’ve been gradually getting back to normal for most of this week. I’m…
Sunday Poem – Laura Potts
Sunday Poem by Laura Potts
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…