I’m blogging today whilst working on stories, whilst making marmalade, whilst feeling poetry bubbling up alongside the pith and peel in the pan. Last autumn was for me, in the… read more →
This disarmingly simple poem by Lisel Mueller is called Curriculum Vitae and describes a long life in 20 short stanzas with allusions to the great events of history. The… read more →
It was with huge relief I saw a baby great tit make it out of the giant flower pot where its parents have woven the hugest complicated nest of moss… read more →
The half-way point of the year has passed. The longest day was celebrated at two labyrinths. The garden is starting to ‘go over’ partly because of the hot, dry, sunny… read more →
I can’t keep out of the garden. I am not a natural gardener – ‘gardening’ feels a bit domestic for my taste, all that taming and tidying, a bit like… read more →
In poetry therapy and expressive writing groups, loss is always close to the surface and informs much of what it is we want or need to write about. As Kahlil… read more →
It’s beautifully brrr in Kent at the moment – still freezing at 11am with bright blue skies. Last night, I went to hear Andy Miller (who is not Andrew Miller) speak… read more →
5th Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog Gertrude Stein famously said of Oakland that ‘there is no there there’. The opposite applies to Canterbury – there is so much there here… read more →
4th Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog Another day, another piece of paper covered in my scribbled notes, this time from a workshop I attended at the Freud Museum with Salman… read more →
3rd Day of Christmas Catch-Up Blog I am doing some desk archaeology, looking into the year’s pile of notebooks and pieces of paper. Near the top of the pile are notes… read more →