Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass

I said goodbye to sanity one Thursday late in June. I kissed it fondly on the cheek and gave it a balloon. It soared into the clear blue sky under a gibbous moon. I shed a melancholic tear and sang a mournful tune. I parted from reality, after a pipe or two, and surfed across…

Caterpillar Poetry Prize 2018

Those lovely people at The Caterpillar Magazine announced the winner of this year’s Caterpillar Poetry Prize. Coral Rumble (great name) came first with a marvellous children’s poem called Mustafa’s Jumper, which you will be able to read in the summer issue of that excellent magazine (if you would like a sneaky peak, nip over to the…

… moving on

I’ve spent most of this half-term week checking through children’s writing in preparation for moderation, writing school reports and trying to recover from this back strain. It has been tricky because prolonged sitting aggravates the injury. Progress in the writing tasks has been sporadic and my body’s reaction to enforced posture constraint has been spasmodic….

Poetry As Therapy

Primary school league tables, standard assessment testing of young children, enforced moderation sessions and the inequities of OfStEd inspections seem to be causing me much aggravation of late (as I sit with thirty reports to write on this fine and sunny Saturday evening). And so, by means of a therapeutic poetry pressure relieving valve, here…

You wait for a bus and then half a dozen come at once …

Very pleased that I seem to be riding a wave of luck with the dafter poems at the moment. Tripe (in Northern Life Magazine), The Copenhagen Interpretation (in Blue Nib), Aberration (in Picaroon Poetry), Cosy (in Spillwords) and Toast (in Three Drops From A Cauldron) all making the light of day this last fortnight. There…

The Copenhagen Interpretation of E-mails (after Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg)

Here is the truth about poetic reality … The Copenhagen Interpretation of E-mails (after Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg): I read somewhere, at sometime, that everything and nothing exists outside the space you’re placed. Closed doors are quantum barriers separating the countless possibilities of constantly branching parallel universes. Facts on the outsides of rooms are…

Raising the Profile of Tripe Poetry …

… in the May/June issue of Northern Life Magazine : ) Tripe ! Amongst the dark foreboding hills of ancient Lancashire, The eerie howls rolled down the moors o’er misty peatland bogs, To echo round the cobbled streets of Little Ormstonmere And cause the good folk there to stare and shudder in their clogs. For knew…

A Watershed Moment in Leamington For Henry Rupert Milestone

My poem has appeared in that lovely e-zine Lighten Up Online today. When writing it, I was attempting (unsuccessfully) to channel Sir J.B. Below is the original, unedited version: A Watershed Moment in Leamington For Henry Rupert Milestone Feeling sad and disillusioned, as he contemplated life One wet Tuesday, while he mopped the kitchen floor,…