Monthly Archives: August 2017

Milestone Poetry Competition

I was very pleased to learn the other day that a poem I’d written and then subsequently entered in a competition had been shortlisted out of something like 500 entries. Of course, the rules forbid further edits once the submit … Continue reading

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Look

Look Look closely and you’ll see I am not here. Listen to these convincing noises. Observe my empathetic nodding. Engaged without listening, I am here, and yet I am not. Behind these eyes, I am in a dusty album between … Continue reading

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A Day At Northern Towers …

Having finished a poem about swifts, with which I am very pleased (and in which I believe I’ve borrowed the sort of extended metaphor often associated with conceits written by Elizabethan chaps like John Donne … or not, as the … Continue reading

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Write Out Loud

This last week, I uploaded “Incoming” to my blog at Write Out Loud and was very pleasantly surprised with the interest it generated for the anthology “Curlew Calling” (edited by Karen Lloyd and available HERE). In addition, the poem was … Continue reading

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Return To Mardale …

Excellent news from Atrium Poetry: ‘Return To Mardale’ and ‘On Good Days’ are to be published early next year. The Mardale poem came about as a result of a ‘Drowned Villages’ poetry competition in three regions (Wales, Cumbria and Scotland) … Continue reading

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Red Pencil

I am six years old, my pencil breaks mid-word in Mrs Foster’s class. So I turn to my friend Martin, show him the pencil and whisper, ‘Martin, Martin, my pencil has broke.’ ‘Use this,’ he says and passes a substitute, … Continue reading

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If I Wanted To

If I wanted to remember you, I wouldn’t use this picture; faded and mildewed through years of neglect. If I wanted to find you, I wouldn’t start from this place; confused by thirty years of one way streets and dead … Continue reading

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