If you had to choose one artefact from your old house as a memento for your new one, what would it be?
‘Can you write a half-hour ‘docupoem’ about your life on the canals?’ said Mair Bosworth, the BBC producer. Yes, I thought. Of course I can. Piece of cake. Easy.
Reader, it wasn’t easy.
A poet should be in the business of windows, not chandeliers. I want to look through a poem, not at it, to see the world more clearly.
So, here we are in Portishead harbour. The jellyfish are awfully quiet.
England; small enough to know, large enough to love.
The great thing about friends, friends, is that you can acquire new ones without diminishing the value of the existing ones. Last week I made a brief foray from the bosom of my old, familiar writing community in the north, to the bosom of what I hope will be a new writing community in theContinue reading “Home is where they understand you”
Yes, alright, this is another cheat. I am easing myself into NaPoWriMo with a recent poem, not written specifically for the challenge but (in my defence) finished only last week – and like yesterday’s piece, destined to appear in our Riverlands show later this month. A gongoozler, if you can’t tell, is what boaters callContinue reading “It is not enough to succeed: a friend must fail”
Welcome, NaPoWriMo followers – if that is where you lovely new visitors are coming from. I’ve been so busy in the first days of April that my previous posts have been very scant. Bear with me – next week I’m on a writing course, so things may pick up. If you don’t know what aContinue reading “Tumblehome”
Either I was nice to someone in a previous life, or I’m due a spell of bloody awful luck soon. Last week, I was paddling in the North Sea during the StAnza festival – this week my toes dipped into the Irish Channel on a beach in Anglesey. Poetic chum Ann Atkinson and other creative types wereContinue reading “From sea to shining sea”
Look. I’ve been busy, alright? It is true that I have forfeited my Good Little Blogger status by not posting for weeks: most uncharacteristic, but I really have been most awfully busy. I will pull my wintry socks up and get on with it – after all, it’s not like I am ever going outsideContinue reading “You ain’t seen me, right?”