I’m happy to say I’m in a bit better shape than I was last Sunday when I wrote. I’ve not had any recurring gall bladder attacks. I’ve managed to stick to this wretched diet now for 11 days, although I…
Sunday Poem – Cliff Yates
How much can change in a week! After my copious amounts of bragging on last week’s post about getting a huge PB for 10k, I was brought back down to earth with a bump this week. On Thursday morning I…
Sunday Poem – Penelope Shuttle
Back to my bad habits of writing my blog late at night! My excuse today is that I’ve been in Lancaster running a 10k race. I’m not even going to play it cool, pretending to drop this in…
Sunday Poem – Alan Buckley
I’ve been training since the summer to take part in the Lancaster half marathon and Sunday is one of the days I do a long run. Today I did 20 kilometres with a group of friends, not particularly fast, but…
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…