Mouse

Schrödinger’s Mouse Your love of my raspberries has resulted in this late evening walk in headtorch, to hedges of hazel and blackthorn, far enough from home to foil ideas of return. Aware of owls ripping through moonlight, I kneel in damp fescue and sedge, clutching this tilt trap of quantum uncertainty; mouse or no mouse?…

Poem of the Week

So very pleased and excited that ‘Incoming’ was published as ‘Poem of the Week’ on the Yorkshire Times website, especially as it nestles among some work by folk I consider to be poetry gods (have a look to see what I mean … 🙂 ) Incoming I am not your enemy dear messenger, but still…

Here

So where is it, this ‘Here’? ‘Here’ is where I am letting go of thirty years of working within establishments in which, by and large, the individuals strive to help kids learn and grow because of a shared vocation, but are occasionally restricted/thwarted by the system if/when they refuse to adhere to politically inspired initiatives…

Hiroshima, 1961 by Holly Singlehurst

My favourite poem from the National Poetry Competition in 2016 …   Hiroshima,1961(after Yves Klein) from Roseanne Watt on Vimeo.   … wonderful stuff 🙂

This Place I Know

Wednesday 17th October, 2018 and at 6:30 pm I’m driving to Grasmere for the latest launch of the Handstand Press anthology of Cumbrian poetry at the Jerwood Centre. Hoping to be able to get a contributor’s copy for myself and Em, I had thought the evening would consist of the editors reading a selection of…

Is that the time already?

Good grief, we’re half-way through September; this soapbox go cart careers uncontrollably toward the cliff edge of oblivion, while the steering wheel comes off in my hands and I begin to regret that I didn’t incorporate a brake as a design feature. Ah well … At least Kendal Poetry Festival was good. I enjoyed listening…

On The Road To Samaria

Published in Ink Sweat & Tears (June 2018) On The Road To Samaria In these shoes, I negotiate life in the third person; toes swathed in top quality calfskin, safe from random shit and shards, where neither grass nor paved path can sully these soft arches and soles. I wear these suits; an actor avoiding…