Distance in writing

The words breathed on the page and I lost them. But where were my eyes? Too outside myself, or too deep inside. My voice became ostracised.  For me, the narrative voice and distance of the narrator is one of the most interesting aspects of a poem or novel. A text should be like an entity of…

Sardines to poems – Goldberg, O’Hara and changing meaning

This painting by Modernist Artist, Michael Goldberg inspired one of my favorite modernist poets, Frank O’Hara to write ‘Why I am not a Painter’. The artist started off inspired by some sardines but as the painting changed it came to resemble something entirely different with only the word ‘SARDINES’ remaining. Whilst the resulting poem, is…

ONE DAY by David Nicholls

I was recently reminded of one of my favourite books the other day when I was over for dinner at J’s parent’s house: One Day by David Nicholls. It is beautifully written and you really do come away feeling like you have been close friends with Em and Dex, Dex and Em for years. My copy soon started to…

Speaking at the Parachive Conference

This month, I attended the Pararchive: Connected Communities conferences hosted by the University of Leeds. The aim of the project is to co-produce a new ‘open’ digital resource that will allow anyone to search and collect on-line resources and to combine them with their own media (film, photographs and other ephemera) in order to tell their…

Poem for the Hillsborough disaster by Carol Ann Duffy

Really touching poem by Carol Ann Duffy about the Hillsborough disaster.  The Cathedral bell, tolled, could never tell;  nor the Liver Birds, mute in their stone spell;  or the Mersey, though seagulls wailed, cursed, overhead,  in no language for the slandered dead…  not the raw, red throat of the Kop, keening,  or the cops’ words, censored…

First Collection ~ A poem about tired life and struggling Greece

My first collection of poetry, Fragments of Urban Life: a kind mess is now complete and submitted to the university – finally! Definitely in for an exciting and equally disappointing road ahead. But to celebrate the mild achievement of completion – here is a sample poem:-

Students – Please go out and vote in Local Elections tomorrow!

Tomorrow, activists up and down the country will be setting their alarms for 5am to deliver ‘Good Morning’ leaflets to residents up and down the country. Many of them will continue with little rest until polling stations close; and finally at 10pm, tired and weary they will make their way to the pub. But some…