Lifesaving Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay’s ‘Time does not bring relief’

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I…

Guest blog post: Alice Major by Katherine Venn

I am delighted to welcome Katherine Venn to continue our series on overlooked poets. Alice Major Alice Major, decorated author…

One of the joys of working on the Teachers as Writers project is that I get to steal. As…

my way is in the sand flowingbetween the shingle and the dunethe summer rain rains on my lifeon me my…

This isn’t about numbers, but my relationship with them. It isn’t about giving you a figure. (By the time you…

I am delighted to have Slow Weather, a new poem published at London Grip New Poetry

On certain afternoons I am certain it has come back. A twinge in my right side, where the pain…

I had begun the poem after work one day, on a pad of work-related notes. Get in, get out, I…

When the Arvon student is put in posession of that creative self, which was hitherto inaccessible, two things, in particular,…

I am returning to the pencil. The premise of which remark signifies consciousness that at some point I left the…

Made of orange card, it’s an outline of my son’s hand. Comprising two sections, one his tiny, spread fingers,…

Being together so much and talking so much and writing poems and showing them to each other so much…

I am delighted to welcome Helena Nelson to continue our series on overlooked poets. Andrew Waterhouse and the Seventh…

In 1991 we moved to a house in Brixton, south London. Of all our welcomes, that of our neighbour,…

Some writers influence you through the pull of their imagination on your work, opening up new worlds as you read…

Continuing the series of guest blog posts on overlooked poets, I am delighted to welcome John Field of Poor Rude…

‘I’ve been at the field.’ This, spoken by one of the teachers on last week’s writing residential at Totleigh…

I think I need the Other Writer much more than they need me. Off the top of my head I…