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…
Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize
A quick interruption of the 16 Days of Activism posts I’ve been doing for some happier news. My book The Art of Falling was awarded the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize yesterday. The Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize is awarded to a…
16 Days of Action against Domestic Violence #day2
16 Days of Action Against Domestic Violence – Day 2 There is a beautiful poem by the poet C.P. Cavafy called ‘Body, Remember’ or sometimes ‘Remember, Body’ depending on the translation. You can find one translation of it here but…
16 Days of Action Against Domestic Violence
I wanted to take part in this last year – but by the time I realised it was happening, half of the 16 days had gone. It seemed important to start at the beginning, to take part all the way…
Sunday Poem – Emily Blewitt
It’s been a pretty full-on week this week! Yesterday I had a lovely poetry marathon, like I used to in the Olden Days. I started off doing 5k at park run – I thought I would have a good go…
Sunday Poem – Polly Atkin
I’m writing my blog in the garden today. Our ‘half a hawthorn’ tree (the neighbour chops it in half because it hangs over our fence) is valiantly putting out blossom on our side of the garden, just in the lower…
Sunday Poem – Ilse Pedler
I’ve just got back from a run with the dogs. I decided to run through the dunes and then back along the beach. It has been a beautiful day here in Barrow – very hot and sunny. I was running as…
Sunday Poem – Katrina Naomi
Today has consisted of an 11k run in the morning, and then stripping wallpaper from a ceiling in my living room. We started stripping the wallpaper off the actual walls in this room a while ago, which wasn’t too traumatizing,…
Sunday Poem – Katherine Stansfield
Hares I have seen – Katherine Stansfield The first crashed a fence in a field near Shrewsbury. It was after lunch of lamb slow-roasted for a night and a day, its grease still slick on my fingers when she broke…
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…