never knowingly without a pen
I've been ill with the first cold I've had in about two years, maybe longer. It was a stinker: constant sneezing, dripping nose, watering eyes. I was measuring out my life with soggy tissues. I've only just stopped feeling wretched. Somewhere in the foggy depths of my fuzziheadedness, I seem to recall receiving a very nice… Continue reading A quick update and a mention for Poetry Wales
Reading Teresa Stenson's recent blog post on The Bridport Prize has come as a timely reminder to polish my own entry for this year's Bridport, and it also reminded me of 2010 when my poem, 'Honeymoon', was a runner-up in the Poetry Category. At the awards ceremony in the Bridport Arts Centre, one of the topics… Continue reading My thoughts on being a finalist in The Bridport Prize 2010
Josephine Corcoran 