In an English spring-time

to me there be daffodils, bluebells, crocuses, forget-me-not in this English spring-time rain cold from bluer sunlit skies showers occasional drop heavy hail bringing back snow, cold sunlight white yet in blue will bloom green to summer 2004, Cambridge — This poem features in my recently published (first) volume of poetry.  I write in myContinue reading “In an English spring-time”

World Book Day

Today, 7th March, is World Book Day. Is this a day for a species facing extinction? As someone who has created a book, I suppose I should encourage you to go and save a book from extinction. Go and pick a book off a shelf at your library, indie bookstore or your own overfilled shelves.Continue reading “World Book Day”

Robert Burns in Other Writing

In addition to poetry, I have written on travel, art and visual representations of Africa. I also have an affinity for suburban memoir. Here is my latest published piece, which appears in the Public Catalogue Foundation’s February newsletter: Painting in Focus: 103 True Faces of Robert Burns. The Public Catalogue Foundation has recently completed a decade-long project to catalogueContinue reading “Robert Burns in Other Writing”

20 Poems That’ll Shine for You

My first volume of poetry is now available for purchase via http://www.blurb.co.uk/b/4110533-shining-in-brightness Enjoy the preview pages, then please share this exciting news on Facebook and Twitter. Here’s the book’s ‘blurb’: “Shining in Brightness” presents twenty poems about loss, love and growing up in quiet suburbia. These poems chronicle a young woman’s journey from 18 to early adulthood.Continue reading “20 Poems That’ll Shine for You”

A Handmade Heart

Handmade Heart   I never got a heart kitsched out of plump red silk or fluffy between grinning paws   My heart was curved out of wire. Two little hands threaded rows of beads terracotta to brown sienna sky verde vermillion   in bedside light my wire-heart hangs glinting only for me.   2002 —Continue reading “A Handmade Heart”

Leaves are no longer green

During my undergraduate years, one of my favourite times of year was when the green-leafed creepers, which cascaded down the old JM Solomon buildings, turned to red. The campus would be adorned in a colour beyond ordinary and the logic that leaves are green no longer stood. This is the fourth Northern autumn that IContinue reading “Leaves are no longer green”