My coronavirus case has a cherry pink lining

I'm nearing the end of my Telling your Story course. I've produced a sheaf of poems from over the last month, a couple that I really love, some that need a bit more work and some that are best left as they are - an simple expression of emotion. I'll be sending several out for … Continue reading My coronavirus case has a cherry pink lining

A few English haiku about faking bravery on the back of a vespa in Saigon

Exactly what the title says. Hope you enjoy them. If you get to the end there's a short poem about a journey on an ox cart too. Haiku after faking bravery on the back of a Vespa in Saigon My helmet alertsI am tourist, in lettersand mew fear of death. A thousand thousanddrawn to this … Continue reading A few English haiku about faking bravery on the back of a vespa in Saigon

On being an amateur

Amateur comes from the Latin amator ‘lover’, from amare ‘to love’ – one who does something for love. The modern definition is less wonderful, describing an amateur as a person who is incompetent or inept at a particular activity. Curious how it is no longer enough to do something just because you love to do it. The response I … Continue reading On being an amateur

Tigers and knife angels

Images from British Ironwork Centre I did it. I went to the workshop, I participated, wrote two poems and …read them out. I’ve not been in this sort of environment since becoming ill, and I felt incredibly awkward, shy and slightly foolish (what the hell am I doing here?). Three things happened. Firstly, the fellow … Continue reading Tigers and knife angels

Bees and bursaries

Tiny hiatus this week – my course with Wendy Pratt has finished, and I’ve a small break before my next course with Poetry School starts. I’m so grateful to be able to do these – funds aren’t abundant, and poetry is definitely a luxury, but both Wendy and the Poetry School offer discounted courses that … Continue reading Bees and bursaries

Year seven, week two

What does M.E. feel like? Like a holiday. No, seriously it does. Like a holiday where you've gone down with the food poisoning the guide book warned you about, and you're bravely/bitterly waving everyone off to climb up a hill or eat some delicious food. I'm clinging on. Physically I wake up feeling a little … Continue reading Year seven, week two

Year three

I'm at the start of my third year of writing "seriously" and my seventh year of having M.E.. I feel less than terrific about both of these things. If I compare to this time last year, when I was merrily writing travel pages, and confidently submitting here, there and everywhere, things feel considerably less buoyant. … Continue reading Year three

Dedication

I hated Record Breakers. It was incredibly dull (except for the domino challenges), and all that wholesome patience grated on me. It still does, even more so now I know it's true. Getting work published takes a long time. The first step is research. Which journal is most likely to like my work? Where's open … Continue reading Dedication