Ebb & Flow

Sometimes time just runs away with you, doesn’t it? I haven’t updated this website in ages and you know all the usual excuses already. Still, this morning I am installed in my new designated writing room. It used to be my older son’s bedroom. He’s nearly 37 and hasn’t lived at home for well over a decade but until about a month ago it was definitely his room. Truth to tell, I think it will always be his room; I am only borrowing it. Next week he leaves the country for good, Britain’s loss is Canada’s gain. I am heartbroken. Hence not much blogging or posting of poems lately.

Anyway, sadness aside, there are poetry things to celebrate and share. The splendid Blackbough have published an anthology of poems to celebrate the centenary of the discovery of Tuthankhamun’s tomb and it’s a treasure. I have poems in it too. They have lots of good things, wonderful things as Mr Howard Carter once said, so check them out: https://www.blackboughpoetry.com/tutankhamun-centenary I have been lucky enough to also get a poem published in the print anthology of Flight Of The Dragonfly. They have a fabulous zoom open mic session and a great e-journal. Find them here: https://flightofthedragonfly.com/

I am making progress of a sort compiling photographs to go with my poems for Chalk Stories. This should be out with Hobnob Press just as soon as I get my act together. The Frink poems, aka Transformations looks like it is going to come into the world towards the endow the year. I am so very grateful to Tully, Elisabeth Frink’s grandson, and to Liz Selby at The Dorset Museum for allowing me to use on of Frink’s green man prints for the cover. So there, nice things! A shout out as ever to the talented, kind and supportive poetry community on Twitter - or whatever it’s called this week. You know who you are and you rock.