I’m really excited to announce that I’ll be co-tutoring with the amazing Amanda Dalton at next year’s Poetry Residential at Treloyhan Manor in St Ives. This course always sells out fast, so if you’d like to come, ring the hotel…
My People: Poetry from The British School, Warsaw
In the summer of 2017 I was a guest poet at an Arvon course at Lumb Bank. I met a poet called David Cox there, who emailed me in January to tell me that he would be using some of…
Kendal Poetry Festival
If you’d like a poetry fix and are missing the Sunday Poem, you can head over to Kendal Poetry Festival and check out our ‘News’ tab. We’ve got three Five Minute Interviews up so far with poets that are appearing…
June News and a poem by Martin Kratz
I’m writing today’s blog post from my back garden in blazing sunshine. I keep thinking longingly of my hammock but I don’t think I’ll be getting it out of the shed. The problem with a hammock is that it’s impossible…
When you expose a problem you pose a problem
The title of this blog comes from the book Living a Feminist Life by Sara Ahmed. I made the mistake this week of posting in a public group about my disappointment that the local paper, the Evening Mail, failed in…
April/May news and the Occasional Poem
I can’t believe it’s been so many weeks since I last blogged! Arrgh…where does the time go etc etc? I’m currently sat on a train but unusually for me it is not the train from Barrow to Manchester across the…
Sunday Poem – Peter Raynard
I’m writing this post today feeling more weary than usual. I’ve had a fantastic week away as the course tutor at The Garsdale Retreat but I am completely exhausted now! The Garsdale Retreat is a new creative writing centre, set up…
Sunday Poem – Hilda Sheehan
This week has been a strange and rather full-on week. Regular readers of this blog will remember that I was slightly panicking last week about my Progression Viva which was on Monday. The journey there was tiresome, annoying and cold. My…
Sunday Poem – Bryony Littlefair
I have somehow, after getting a bit worn down with it, managed to find my way back to enjoying blogging every Sunday again. I found my way back to this place, as with most things, through poetry, through finding poems…
Sunday Poem – Chrissie Gittins
Going out for a run – procrastination. Playing on addictive computer game involving hatching dragons from eggs in a completely pointless exercise – procrastination. Ringing my mum for a chat – procrastination. Ringing my twin sister for a chat –…