Weekend Report

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

Poetry trickles in

Poetry trickles in between the fault lines of this working and family life; like water it finds openings. (Philip Gross, from an interview in Iota, Issue 88). I've had one of those tricky weeks when I've struggled to find time for myself,  especially for reading and writing.  It's more than that, though, I'm also craving … Continue reading Poetry trickles in