The Messengers

The sun was trying to get into the house blue at the windows blue at the open door cool flagstones on bare feet as I worked up a sweat on the bread dough the open mouth of the oven as I slipped the loaves inside the cat asleep on the Aga lid the kind of […]

The Poetry of Loss email course

I will be re-running my Poetry of Loss email course starting on 10th March 2023. This course will look at poetry about, and relating to, loss of all types – loss of home, partners, health, environment, belongings etc. And of course we will also look at death and bereavement, however there is always more than […]

Garden

Trying to make a gardenout of bird branches, nettles, dry grasses,a wooden shed with slatted sides,falling down and into itself. Trying to alive a gardenout of weeds and light through leaves,to grow a garden, to mound a gardenout of sycamore keys and thistle-prickle. Trying to Christmas a garden, to Easter a gardento flap a wing […]

Working From Home

They’re working on that spy plane again; first the scrapy sounds of sanding – on and on it goes, all morning, and now they’re rolling something that sounds like a skateboard along the dining room wall. The sporty one arrives home and starts to unload the camera equipment from the boot of his Fiat Punto […]

This

There is no proof that I exist beyond the mess I’ve made of the house and garden, and a few texts on my mobile phone. I will leave this world lightly – barely a fingerprint will remain. Even children move on – as if all those day in, day outs were only a blink – […]

In the first hospital

your body turned into a cushion, it was the drugs you said and the daily puddings, as if sponge and custard could fix those bothersome brains. The man in the next bed was crying for his mother and there was a woman who kept knocking her head on the wall, come in, she said, come […]

Ten Excuses for Not Phoning

(after Warsan Shire) 1) Because the gaps are bigger than the words either side. 2) Because the surface is so slippery. 3) Because you once said the adverts were more interesting than the programmes. 4) Because I can never be sure you will answer. 5) Because there is always somebody at your door. 6) Because […]

Readings in June/July 2022

I have a couple of readings coming up in June and July: 9th June – Past, Present & Future: a poetry conversation 9featuring Julia Webb, Tom Sastry and Suzannah Evans. Tickets here: https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/past-present-future-a-poetry-conversation-tickets-337323302077 13th June – Cafe Writers with Julia Webb and Sue Burge (and open mic) Ticket link here: https://www.cafewriters.co.uk/ 4th July – I […]

Selves (non existent)

Self as water boatman Self on top deck of open top bus, smiling Self in purple hot pants and Bay City Rollers socks Self with hockey stick in full school colours Self on bottom rung of ladder, carrying shears Self very thin in stripy bikini, arms round two other girls Self in waders, fishing Self […]