Poetry and Flugel Horns A few months ago I sent a recording of myself reading one of my All The Men I Never Married poems to one of my best friends in the world, trumpet player and professional musician Dave Boraston. …
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 – John McCullough
I’m writing this in the garden this week, in dazzling sunshine, so if there are more spelling mistakes than usual, you will have to excuse them – I am slightly blinded by the light. I’ve also had some visitors this…
Sunday Poem – Martin Reed
I am writing this post quite bleary-eyed again – not because it is particularly late – it’s only just gone 10pm but just because I’m exhausted. I’ve spent the day at the South Cumbria Music Festival today conducting three of my…
Sunday Poem – Martin Zarrop
Evening all. Those of you that are friends with me on Facebook will know I’ve had a rather strange week, filled with missing trumpets and forgetfulness and general confusion. I am not the world’s most organised person in general, but…
