Staring at Earth

    We stood to stare at our planet Some of us knelt, offered up our phones Children said they wanted to go home   Words and photos by Josephine Corcoran from an art installation by Luke Jerram, Gaia - The Earth at Wills Memorial Building, Bristol.

Kathy Pimlott and David Clarke reading at Drawing Projects UK, Trowbridge

Two award-winning poets, Kathy Pimlott and David Clarke, are reading at Drawing Projects UK, Trowbridge on Saturday, September 7 (2-4pm).  This event is organised by Josephine Corcoran and Trowbridge Stanza.  Everyone is welcome and there will also be the chance to read your own poems at the open-mic.  Tickets are £5 on the door.  Read … Continue reading Kathy Pimlott and David Clarke reading at Drawing Projects UK, Trowbridge

Collage Poems

I'm re-sharing some of my collage poems from the recent past.  These were written for an Instagram competition (#aquietpassionpoetrycompetition) run by The Poetry School and Soda Pictures ('A Quiet Passion' was their biopic of Emily Dickinson released two years ago).  The judges stated that they wanted to see "poems which use the concentrated visual qualities … Continue reading Collage Poems

Some free online courses at FutureLearn you might like

I wanted to mention two courses that have started this week.   Both are at the online learning platform FutureLearn which I find easy and enjoyable to use (for online learning, the technology has to be good, don't you think?) and both are from Newcastle University in Australia. The first is Fairy Tales: Meanings, Messages, and Morals, … Continue reading Some free online courses at FutureLearn you might like

What I found when I read through my diary

Sleep reports.  Notes about dreams.  Severe admonishments about time spent on endless scrolling.  Headache details. Plans for tomorrow and thinking ahead to the weekend.  Scraps of ideas. Statements about sleep requirements. Observations about what is going on elsewhere in the house. Self-congratulations on dishes cooked.  Lists of every ingredient.  Details about where in the house … Continue reading What I found when I read through my diary

My book is Half-Price in the Summer Sale

Just to let you know that Nine Arches Press is holding a Summer Sale with many books half-price or less including What Are You After? my collection of poems which was published last summer.  🙂                

Pantoum Workshop! August 3 in Trowbridge

For the August meeting of our poetry group, on August 3rd (2-4pm), Trowbridge Stanza is hosting an informal, fun, informative and enjoyable workshop about the pantoum.  We'll read pantoums, write our own, either individually or in collaboration, or both, and hold a low-key, encouraging and friendly performance at the end of the afternoon.  Everyone is … Continue reading Pantoum Workshop! August 3 in Trowbridge

Guest Blog: Confessions of a Poetry Competition Judge by John McCullough

If you're in the business of sending off your poems to competitions and magazines, these helpful and witty comments by poet, tutor, and competition judge John McCullough could be just for you! They've given me a lot of food for thought. Thank you, John, for the post. CONFESSIONS OF A POETRY COMPETITION JUDGE 1) I … Continue reading Guest Blog: Confessions of a Poetry Competition Judge by John McCullough

Collecting Pantoums

I'm writing in haste as this looks like the day we're going to tackle our back garden meadow (grass uncut all season) and the sunshine and garden shears are calling me. I'm putting together an informal, low-key workshop for Trowbridge Stanza based on the pantoum, which the Poetry Foundation explains well here and includes sample … Continue reading Collecting Pantoums

The gift of an empty house

Sometimes it's sad when everyone leaves but sometimes it's just what you need.  It's not always possible to go away to write, on a course or retreat or holiday.  Even if you can afford it, even if it's free or subsidised, it's just not always possible - for many reasons, commitments, time or ability constraints … Continue reading The gift of an empty house