So I need to generate some publicity for Yes to Tigers. Readings are out - at least for the time being, so I made this poetry film. It's one of the poems from the zine, first published in Words for the Wild,and inspired by work from Angie Silkstone and Jo Clarke aka Both in Stitches. … Continue reading Your shadow at morning – poetry film
.........to good things coming soon. It’s finally happening, my poetry zine is on it’s way to the printers! Very excited, and very grateful to Amanda Hillier printing for her patience with my endless edits – finalising poetry punctuation is hard – finalising poetry punctuation when you’ve a head full of brain fog is almost impossible. … Continue reading
a post I wrote last year, talking about the restrictions I experience as a result of M.E.? Well I’m cured! Ha. Not really, it’s all still the same, tricky getting about, needing two, three times as long to do simple stuff like prepare a meal. All here, doing it's stuff. Despite this, I have some … Continue reading Do you remember…
Apparently, my blog is supposed to be a round up of all the things I’m expert on – I have to be a leading voice in my field. I have no idea what that means. I’m not an expert on being me, never mind anything else. To be fair, I’ve never really looked at what … Continue reading Connections, zines and new builds.
Ah I’m sad this course has finished. It’s been a challenge in some ways but I’m glad I stuck with it. I feel like I’m writing with honesty and clarity, as opposed to trying to shoehorn myself into a style that doesn’t fit. It’s an odd thing this poetry business. Social media means I have … Continue reading Telling stories
Do you remember my decision a couple of months ago to stop taking writing so seriously, publish stuff on here and write not ‘ just for me’ exactly, but without an eye on what I think might be good enough for publication? Since then I've continued studying various books, including Stephen Fry’s The Ode Less … Continue reading Hares and Paper Swans
Reasons M.E. sucks number 76 It stops me doing stuff. Sometimes, it’s because I’m too ill to get up. Sometimes it’s because my brain won’t work. Sometimes it's because I'm in too much pain. Sometimes it’s because the sheer effort of planning enough rest before I take part in anything, and the fear of consequence, … Continue reading Two steps back