At the Plastic Bag Museum
these are the things that carried the stuff that people bought see those loops for hands – handles they’re called naturally they never […]
these are the things that carried the stuff that people bought see those loops for hands – handles they’re called naturally they never […]
Lots been happening lately. Firstly, my good friend and very talented poet Charlotte Gann was shortlisted for the Michael Marks pamphlet award. Although […]
So excited to have had a poem accepted for The Rialto. The first poem I had published was in this magazine (Rialto 70, Autumn […]
It’s an annual ritual shared with an old schoolfriend. Charleston (Literary) Festival, at the end of May, takes place in the farmhouse once […]
I haven’t posted here in a while, I actually took the blog ‘private’ for a few months, after a conversation with Catherine Smith […]
I will wait at the door with flowers if she greets me at all it will be brief and cold as the Guildford […]
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like […]
Last night I nearly didn’t get a seat at the Lewes Arms for Oliver’s poetry night. Who were all those people? Where did […]
Saw a tweet about the new Arvon course list for 2012 being up. So couldn’t resist taking a look. I’m going through this […]