Guest blog post: Writing my way through bereavement, by Sue Hepworth

Writing my way through bereavement I don’t approve of death. I’m with Edna St Vincent Millay: I am not…

Nearly back to normal

The end. That’s what the August Bank Holiday means to me. A stiffer breeze in the mornings. The lawn littered with…

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I…

As I did last year, I will be taking a break from uploading new posts to this blog over August.…

I am deeply grateful to Dave Russell of Survivors’ Poetry for his review of Lifesaving Poems in the current edition of Poetry…

How I put The Art of Falling together In May 2012 my first pamphlet If We Could Speak Like Wolves…

Thank you Lord, thank you. Thank you for all the gifts that you have given me today, Thank you for…

Don’t Think About A White Horse Coming closer, he turns out to be you – or nearly. Once you…

I have been at a thing. Poets I love and trust were there. We laughed. We invented scurrilous Twitter-profiles. It…

I am minding my own business, putting out some rubbish, when it happens. An elderly man I know, a neighbour,…

As I said recently, I have been moving. Not away, not abroad. But here, within the space that already exists,…

On Literary Envy “Comparison is the thief of joy” –Teddy Roosevelt You wake up one morning. You check in…

This is the second in a series of Guest Blog Posts that I am hosting this year. More are…

after and with apologies to Mark Halliday The missing blog post has gone AWOL. Never sure of its place in…

My deep thanks to Maria Taylor, who has written the most lovely appreciation of Lifesaving Poems. Thank you Maria for capturing its…

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward…

An artist needs not so much an audience, as to feel a need to answer, a promise to respond. Robert…

I have been moving. Not moving house, moving within it. Stuff has come with me, some of it has vanished…