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We have mushrooms or toadstools growing in our garden. When our daughter was little, she told us these were fairies' houses and they needed water to make them grow so that the fairies would have more room. Recently I found a letter she'd put into a box and left next to the mushrooms: Dear Fairies I have… Continue reading Fairies in the garden
The most recent supermoon has woken me up for two nights running. Technically, it was the morning, the small hours, at around 1am both times. On Sunday morning it felt like a surprise to be woken up. I hadn't gone to bed thinking about the moon or looking for it but the moon made sure… Continue reading Supermoon Notebook
I'm struggling to keep going with a blog a day.... but here I am. After the election of Donald Trump in the US and the EU referendum result in the UK, and with the rise of the far-Right in mainland Europe, not to mention the continued oppression of so many of the world's people in… Continue reading The miracle of keeping going
There's been a two-week break from the poetry classes I taught at Trowbridge Town Hall so I've been on half-term. This is the first time poetry has been on offer at the Town Hall - scriptwriting classes were available last year and there have been, and still are, drawing classes on the programme. My classes have… Continue reading What I did over Half-Term
Our house has been re-arranging itself this week after a summer of pyjama mornings and staying up too late nights. Half of its occupants have set their alarm clocks, buttoned themselves back into school uniforms, shouted goodbye at a quarter to nine and left behind a trail of cereal dishes and the fading beat of… Continue reading Back to school musings
General atmosphere in this house: Sleepy. Heavy-eyelidded. One teenager came back from Reading Festival at gone three this morning, one adult stayed awake to let him back in, the other (me) fell asleep but kept waking up to check if everyone was home. One teenager is worn out from being away for two weeks on… Continue reading Weekend Report
OK, so this post was meant to go out YESTERDAY. Complaints Department is OVER THERE. I'll post it anyway, rather than waiting one whole year before it becomes relevant again. For years I didn't celebrate Mother's Day. My mum died in 1974 and I didn't become a mother myself until 1999. Sometimes I joined in… Continue reading Low-key Mother’s Day
I've just done a quick tally and I have 26 poems out for consideration with magazines at the moment. Some have been out since last October and the others are gradually more recent. On top of this, I have two poems coming out in Poetry Wales and one in New Walk but I haven't been… Continue reading Mid-week catch up
Let's face it, I use 'wonderful' far too much. And 'fabulous' is often unattainable. So, to be realistic, I hope the balance of good and bad times weighs in your favour in 2016. When I was a child, on New Year's Eve, at the stroke of midnight, my black-haired father walked out of our back door and… Continue reading Wishing you a reasonably nice 2016
I'll come right out and say that my husband, Andrew, has been diagnosed with prostate cancer. We've known for a short while and have been coming to terms with the news. I'm not going to go into all the personal details but I will say that I married a beautiful man, full of love, energy,… Continue reading In other news
Josephine Corcoran 
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