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After my mammoth blogging extravaganza when I posted every day in November, I've been having a little rest. It's rather delightful! Almost inevitably, I've done more poetry writing which is a good thing, I think (*peruses notebook nervously*). I've also applied for a couple of jobs (and been turned down for one 😦 ) -… Continue reading An update of sorts
So, I'll say, let's have coffee and we'll go to a small café on a side-street in Italy or Spain or Portugal or France, somewhere far enough south that even in December we'll sit at an outside table in our coats and catch a little sunshine. I'll order an espresso and I'll be wearing a beautifully tailored… Continue reading So, I’ll say, let’s have coffee
If we were having coffee it would almost definitely be tea and I'd tell you that I feel an urge to tie up loose ends. What I mean is, I have an itch to finish projects, tidy things up, file papers, make decisions, clear my desk. Is it because it's almost the end of another… Continue reading If we were having coffee…… #weekendcoffeeshare 26 November 2016
If we were having coffee we'd be drinking tea or wine or hot chocolate because it's too late in the afternoon to drink coffee. I'd tell you that I'm carrying a knot of fear and dread around with me that reminds me of when I was a young teenager and I first read about nuclear… Continue reading If we were having coffee…. 13 November
On the poetry trail this week, I've been in search of some more participants for my poetry workshops which start on Tuesday, 20th September. Numbers are going to be low (unless there's a last minute rush) but, rather than cancel, Town Hall Arts is supporting my classes and I'm really looking forward to getting to know… Continue reading Life on a (mostly) unfunded Poetry Trail
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
Summer is whizzing by and my head is filling up with to do lists. At this point, they are mild-mannered and patient lists, humming softly to themselves as summer ripens around them, but once they cotton-on to shrinking daylight and cooler winds, once they catch sight of the date on the calendar and the dying… Continue reading Summer is whizzing by
When I was on the Aldeburgh Eight Advanced Poetry Seminar at Bruisyard Hall last November with seven other poets, I was encouraged to go for a walk every morning at nine o'clock. When I say 'encouraged' I mean that the eight of us, in pairs, whatever the weather, were turfed out of the house for a thirty… Continue reading Finding a hand-built lathe on my daily walk
I was lucky enough to read at Buzzwords in Cheltenham last Sunday night. Cheltenham is about an hour and twenty minutes away by car and Andrew, my husband, kindly offered to drive. It might sound strange, but sometimes car journeys are the only times we spend quality time together these days. Andrew tends to work… Continue reading My writer’s diary this week
Josephine Corcoran 