Advent poems 14: The Poet Wearies, by Adélia Prado

The Poet Wearies I’ve had it with being Your herald.Everybody has a voice,why am I the one who has to … More

Aldeburgh Poetry Festival blog posts page

In 2014 I was invited by the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival to be their guest blogger. I have added the blog … More

She started as a name. There I was, following my nose, minding my own business, trying to ignore all instincts … More

Or perhaps you’re waiting at the bus stop. You could text someone. But if you said ‘no’ to the text, … More

I have so much to be grateful for in 2014. The year began in one of my temporary fits … More

Dan O’Brien began by saying he wasn’t really a poet, but a ‘moonlighting playwright’. Selima Hill took out her glasses, … More

Everyone who enters the stage begins by saying thank you * That silence * Mostly nearly all the time * … More

On the Saturday afternoon of the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, Festival Director Naomi Jaffa conducted an interew with Adélia Prado, and … More

By the time you read this I will be far away from here. It has not happened yet, but I … More

Sitting over toast and marmalade with Peter Sansom yesterday morning he said to me: ‘I don’t bother with novels any … More

She started as a name. There I was, following my nose, minding my own business, trying to ignore all instincts … More

Below is a collection of my blog posts for the 2014 Aldeburgh Poetry Festival. I will update it as I … More

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost … More