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The Homecoming of Sir Thomas Wyatt

As I’ve mentioned before I work part-time for The Reader Organisation and I read aloud every week with groups of people living with dementia and their carers. We read all sorts of poems and stories, talk about feelings and memories that these bring to mind, enjoy a hot drink and a few cakes and generally Read more

February 6, 2015
Someone in the future is waiting for your post

Archiving your blog or website at The British Library As out-of-the-blue messages go, the email I received last week from The British Library, requesting permission to archive my poetry site, And Other Poems, was one of the most unexpected: Dear Sir/Madam The British Library would like to archive your website in the UK Web Archive. The Read more

January 30, 2015
It’s still January?!

Not once have I mistakenly written “2014” – it’s as if it’s always been 2015 and always January, the month that every year, to me, seems the l-o–o–o-ongest. My write-for-an-hour-a-day-with-the-internet-turned-off pledge has mostly been observed, resulting in three new poems and an old one revised. Four poems are out for consideration. I’ve done two poetry readings, Read more

January 25, 2015
Writing poems rather than Facebook posts

More than ever this week, my brain has become worn out by being on Facebook and Twitter. It’s brought home to me the value of “owning” a small space on the internet – ie a blog – where I have the luxury of more than 140 characters to write down some of my thoughts about Read more

January 10, 2015
What the “je suis” hashtag means to me

Carrying on as normal. You know that this isn’t a political blog and, if you follow me on Instagram and you’ve seen my rabbit pics, you’ll know that I’m not an intellectual. I don’t usually blog about what’s happening in the News but I don’t think I can, today, write about poetry blogs or how Read more

January 8, 2015
Write for an hour every day

Hello and Happy New Year to everyone. In our house we are variously curled up on sofas and beds, wrapped in duvets and fleecy blankets, still in our pyjamas or fully clothed, in coats, and wearing gorilla-shaped slippers, and scarves. (It’s chilly in our house.) The teenagers might have overdone it with the fruity-flavoured cider last night, plus Read more

January 1, 2015