Originally posted on Not quite curvy; definitely real:
There are 84 sculptures standing precariously on the edges of tall buildings in London. Each one represents one of the 84 men a week who die by suicide every week. You might have seen them overhead, on TV or in recent articles about male suicide – they…
Beer-tasting and poetry on April 8th – A double bill – Parthian Baltic and the European Poetry Festival
Originally posted on The Poetry Shed:
An evening of poetry and beer-tasting to celebrate the launch of Parthian Baltic, a series of books showcasing the best writing from Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia. Featuring readings from Madara Gruntmane, Eduards Aivars & Krišjānis Zeļģis (Latvia – photos below), Eeva Park & Veronika Kivisilla (Estonia), Aušra Kaziliūnaitė, Marius…
Moving on
This blog was started as work toward my MRes degree. The content of the blog, together with a commentary and visual artwork were submitted to the University of Brighton and my degree was awarded with distinction. I am currently studying Creative Writing at the University of Chichester. I have decided that this blog should become… Continue reading Moving on
A nest of rag and bone
Originally posted on Freefall:
Reviewing John Burnside’s latest collection Still Life With Feeding Snake earlier this week, I was drawn to two poems that frame the male gaze, ‘Annunciation in Grey and Black’ and ‘Approaching Sixty’. In the latter, the narrator watches a girl in a cafe in Innsbruck as she winds her hair then…
redrafting
Various different and, on the surface, unrelated events have made me think about drafting and redrafting. My thoughts were initially prompted by a decision to write poetry. I have been writing poetry on an occasional and spontaneous basis since I was thirteen years old; starting with no doubt cringe-making teenage angst, and progressing to political… Continue reading redrafting
Transfers, facts, fiction, Fonte, fixtures, finals
Originally posted on The Archers Road End:
Finalists You may have noticed on this blog that I only write something when I really need to, or really feel like it. Three times a season, in most cases. This isn’t because I don’t give a shit – far from it. Take a look at my Twitter…
