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 – Hubert Moore
Boy’s Name – Hubert Moore The wooden post in the pond where the kingfisher perches is a bare post, and indeed when they asked you your name you couldn’t say anything. You knew it of course. You’d answer if somebody…
Sunday Poem – Peter R White
It is not Sunday, it is not Sunday. It’s barely still Monday. And yet. Better late than never I suppose! This week has been slightly bizarre. There was the come-down from the high of the Forward Prize ceremony. The night…
Sunday Poem – Malcolm Carson
I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog in the last couple of weeks. I’ve been getting a bit weary – not with picking the poems, which I love doing, but with writing about my week, which seems to become…
Sunday Poem – Mark Carson
Sunday Poem by Mark Carson, plus a run-down of my writing, running and trumpet playing week.
Sunday Poem – Wayne Price
I cannot say that I’m not relieved to have got to the end of this week – two four hour rehearsals, two readings and one gig, all while I’ve had the most awful cold. In fact to call it a…
Sunday Poem – Mary Noonan
I’m feeling very sorry for myself today because I’ve had a sore throat and a headache for the last couple of days. Chris (the husband) had a cold and now has sinusitis and is in a bit of a state…
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…