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Recovery By the time I have learned to handle the blade of my young body, the blade has been dulled. As my grandmother told me, Youth is wasted on the young. I would tell her now that truth is, too. I didn’t recognise the sound. Do you know how much…

Two European finals, four English teams. To arrive at this point, four gripping semi-finals offering the highest level of the game – goals, excitement, edge-of-the-seat nerve-wracking moments, and even a penalty shootout. Extraordinary spectacles including a manager unashamedly in tears, on his knees on the pitch. There followed lengthy debate in the media about the… Continue reading How football can disappoint

Do read this blog – a very interesting and demanding (of the poet) project. I’m finding it challenging and moving.

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No End of Blue Things The bone china mug you drank from every morning we’ve retired like a shirt; an exhibition of blouses, perfume-faint, hung behind a door I dare not open. For coastal walks a darker coat, the cursive waves, more grey than blue. Allotment skies in April, May,…

Brilliant summary – I wish I’d written it myself!

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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 Burokas…

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