I am determined to start, and post the Sunday Poem up this week while there is still daylight left, and so stave off any terrible mishaps. I have had a real roller coaster of a week with amazing highs and…
Sunday Poem – Stephanie Green
Today it feels much longer than a week since I updated my blog – maybe because it has been a really exciting week. First of all I did my first public reading from my new collection. Although I did read…
Sunday Poem – Terry Quinn
Today I’m writing this with pleasantly aching legs and shoulders after completing a 13 kilometre run in the sunshine with the husband and my two long-suffering dogs, Miles and Lola. Chris and I are planning to run the first Hoad…
Sunday Poem – Greg White
Evening all – this week has been another busy week (is there any other kind?) It feels like I’ve been in non-stop rehearsals. On Monday I had junior band rehearsal as usual and then Wednesday I had a rehearsal with…
Launches for The Art of Falling
Below are details of three launches for The Art of Falling. It would be great to see you at one, two or even all three if you are feeling particularly keen! The first official reading from The Art of Falling…
Sunday Poem – Peter Jarvis
Evening all – if I have done this right, this will be published on Sunday at 5.30pm, while I am away in Crete. The wonders of technology. I’m actually writing this blog on Friday night just after midnight. I’ve been…
Sunday Poem – Goran Čolakhodžić
Evening all. I’m writing this at my desk which I still haven’t polished and waxed, although all the tins and cloths are lined up along the windowsill. Outside the one lonely tree which survived our kill-everything-in-the-overgrown-garden-and-start-again blitz when we moved…
Sunday Poem – Keith Lander
Evening all – so here is my first late blog post of 2015. I started writing it last night but I kept falling asleep halfway through sentences, and then waking up and having to go back and delete things that…
Sunday Poem – Josep Lluís Aguiló
Evening all. I’m writing this in daylight for once. This week I’m determined not to be doing this at midnight, hovering between being asleep and awake while I’m typing. In my new house I can hear birds singing away outside,…
Sunday Poem – Jennifer Copley
I got back from Stanza at 10.30pm – about an hour ago and am severely regretting not writing this blog over the weekend. I even dragged my laptop all the way to St Andrews but it did not come out…