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…
Sunday Poem – Josephine Dickinson
Afternoon all – today I’m writing this blog from the Animal Concern West Cumbria branch which is also my twin sister’s house. She is the Site Manager for the Egremont branch of Animal Concern. She lives on site in a…
Sunday Poem – David Borrott
Firstly, apologies that this week’s Sunday Poem is late, but it will be worth it! I’ve had a busy week but my ‘days off’ (my writing days) have been full of driving and poetry and more driving. As well as…
Sunday Poem – Gordon Hodgeon
The weather cannot make up its mind today. I spent most of my morning standing on Walney Island as a marshal for the Walney Fun Run with the wind blowing (although maybe not as hard as it could have done)…
Sunday Poem – Martin Zarrop
Evening all. Those of you that are friends with me on Facebook will know I’ve had a rather strange week, filled with missing trumpets and forgetfulness and general confusion. I am not the world’s most organised person in general, but…
Late Sunday Poem – Jane Clarke
I know this is not even close to Sunday any more but this was the closest I could get. I’ve had a really busy weekend which wasn’t helped by the fact I got lost leaving Lancaster last night after reading…