Stats are funny old things. Stats, data, whatever you want to call it. On their own of course, or deprived of context, they can be…
Poetry
Robin Houghton Posts
One of the (very few) good things to have come from this whole lo****wn is being able to attend launches and readings that would normally…
You know how I’m a bit of a sucker for interesting poetry formats? Well, I’ve often wondered what The A3 Review was all about –…
The sun is shining and I’m going to be gardening this afternoon. The weather is becoming less glacial and I may even be able to…
This morning I was looking through the National Trust news and came across the latest Spring initiative, #blossomwatch, in which they are asking people to…
Earlier this week I found myself pulling out old poems as well as some recent work, and giving them a bit of a pummelling. As…
End of my first year on the MA Poetry & Poetics On Tuesday I submitted my Spring term essay (HURRAH!), and well before the deadline,…
I recently had a text from one of my stepdaughters who was passing on a question from her five-year-old: “Nana, how are poems made?” Hmm!…
It’s been a busy few weeks. To tell the truth, I’m feeling a little over-exposed. You know how annoying it is: Poet X has just…