Happy 2024 – what do you wish for yourself?
I want to say sorry for not having written out-loud for so long. I’ve just checked; 1st October 2023 – Sparrowhawk. Where did that time go? Another year gone.
Life has been going on, as it does. Work, kids, friends, house, health. I am lucky to have so much, so many. I … Read more
So last week I wrote about poetry and the risk it felt in writing it. I wrote nobly about how failure would be good for me as it wasn’t all about grades. Which was alright to say when I hadn’t had a grade back. But now I have. And I don’t like it.
It isn’t … Read more
As a young child I wrote poetry, badly but enthusiastically, secretly. I then did an English degree which involved, of course, reading lots of poetry. I continued to scribble down verses of my own but the degree was more concerned with the deconstruction and analysis of other people’s poems.
I’ve always fancied doing a creative … Read more
Have held my family;
My boys and me.
From babes slopping and slurping mush,
massaging orange sweet potato into the whorls and whirls of the
naked, unprotected wood.
To toddlers climbing on the curved wooden chairs to finger rainbows in sticky paint.
School books taking flight … Read more
On reading Nikita Gill
Oh! What a relief
To find myself,
Reflected back at me
Without the corsets
Of manned constraints,
Unlaced to let me breath.
I can freely exhale
My own experience
Reflected back at me.
All those years at school learning the lines of … Read more