never knowingly without a pen
It's been ten years since I started writing again, after a long spell of not writing. I suppose I stopped writing because I became too busy with life events - marriage, children, moving house, working to pay the bills. I was never properly SAD about not writing but it was wonderful when the desire and… Continue reading Ten Years of Notebooks
I've been quiet on the blogging front recently. I've done a few readings and events this year, all noted on my Diary/News page. My review of Filigree: Contemporary Black British Poetry (Peepal Tree Press, 2018) has been published in the current issue of Under the Radar magazine. I'm currently reading new collections published by Pavilion… Continue reading A quick update
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
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
This is an unwritten post, a silence, a caught in the throat, the words in my head, the left unsaid. The scratched out, the scribbled, the scrunched-up, the came to nothing. Doodles in the margins, around the edges. Gazing out there, up there, beyond here. A quick game of Hearts, a glance at Facebook, Twitter.… Continue reading Not quite a post
Josephine Corcoran 