wandering words
After spending almost all of the summer in various fields around the country as part of a team whose job it is to make sure musicians have the best possible platform to entertain a festival audience – and I can’t begin…
After spending almost all of the summer in various fields around the country as part of a team whose job it is to make sure musicians have the best possible platform to entertain a festival audience – and I can’t begin…
I can’t remember when exactly it was that I decided my life’s mission would be to follow my nose and see where it led me, but – weighing up the evidence of the past decades and the scrapes and adventures…
I have eaten
the future...
Culture Matters have been playing their part in supporting and promoting radical, political poetry for years. The work they do is invaluable – and achieved on a shoestring budget. They’ve commemorated the coronation of our latest monarch with an anthology of…
A couple of years ago British Art Show 9 came to Wolverhampton. To complement this, there was an event called Offsite9, involving local artists, and as part of that I was one of ten people commissioned to write a piece…
This week’s kerfuffle in the UK poetry world seems to centre round the announcement of the Caffe Nero book awards and the absence of a category for poetry. Here’s my thoughts. Some poets are up in arms about what they…
Whisper it quietly, but I’m having a bit of a year when it comes to poetry. One poem shortlisted in the Verve poetry comp, and now another awarded joint second place in Poets & Players. Last Saturday I headed up…
by now, of course, you’ll know
the way the day panned out
It’s fifty-five years since Enoch Powell made his infamous ‘rivers of blood’ speech, and judging by yesterday’s comments beneath a Twitter post pointing this out, there’s plenty of people dumb and deluded enough to still believe “eNoCh WaS rIgHt” despite…
Maybe it’s because the clocks are going forward and I’m anticipating the arrival of summer already, but this last couple of days I’ve been having something of a spring clean. The house is tidier, the hoover’s been pressed into action,…
I suspect every poet – and every person who tries to scrape some kind of living in the arts – has days where they wonder if what they’re doing has any kind of value. And lord knows we’re living in…
Winter can be a right old struggle, but this one has been considerably brightened by the news that my poem ‘El Vaquita’ was one of twenty-one poems commended by judge Kim Moore in the Verve poetry competition, which sought poems…