Poetry Collaboration – ‘A Woman’s War’ (link to the poem)

I have written a brief summary of last night’s event organised by KYP, however, because I can’t quite work out how to reblog it verbatim, here’s the link to Touchstones Creative Writing Group’s website* where I’ve just republished our poem: Earnshaw & Bailey debut new poem commissioned by KYP. I enjoyed this whirlwind process, getting back to … More Poetry Collaboration – ‘A Woman’s War’ (link to the poem)

Poetry collaboration – writing WW1 Rochdale women

After the last blog post on research and ‘rapid response’ poetry writing for KYP Amibition for Ageing Rochdale, I thought I’d offer a short follow-up. The poem has a name – ‘A woman’s war’ and we have more or less completed it. This email has mostly been composed over email after the snow, and mega inclement … More Poetry collaboration – writing WW1 Rochdale women

A poem a day: Too cold for confetti

Not really using the “I remember” prompt today. The penultimate poem for this monthly creation (churn?!) of poetry is possibly more of an everyday imagined human geography.  (Also: villanelle!)   Too cold for confetti The wind cuts right through, it’s like breathing ice, the solid rain turns silence into blue. You said it once, don’t need to … More A poem a day: Too cold for confetti

A poem a day: Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake

One from the notebook for today’s prompt – a day turned upside down.  Written one way then falling backwards, grasping onto words to make some sense of it. Rochdale field notes notebook   Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake Afternoon carrot cake, over sweet, not enough cinnamon for the twin sets and pearls. Served with a turd of … More A poem a day: Thursday 7th January 2016: Afternoon carrot cake

A poem a day: He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate

Today’s prompt is to write poetry inspired by Ciaran Carson or Walt Whitman.  Essentially “leggier verse” than previous poems.  A bit experimental and the most “prog rock” title that I think I’ve ever used…   He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate Run a pointed ash stick along the grubby black bars of the iron … More A poem a day: He watches the shadow people stand on Yorkshire Street by the iron gate