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
It's the first of the month! First of March! Mornings are becoming lighter, nights are descending later, birdsong is sounding more exuberant. The crocuses are out! It's a good time for exclamation marks! The year is still young enough to make plans! Taking stock. On the first of every month, at least one person arrives at this… Continue reading Pinch, punch, the redux
Getting a poem into The Rialto is one of my poetry highlights, certainly of this year and probably of my poetry life. When I received a letter of acceptance from the editors in February I leapt about my house with happiness and even had a little cry. Why all the fuss? I suppose because ever… Continue reading A poem in The Rialto
Josephine Corcoran 