Poetry

What does it mean to be a successful writer?

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Jealousy is not an attractive emotion. Being jealous makes you look small and petty. It makes you feel small too. But I have to admit I felt a tinge of jealousy recently when I read about Eleanor Catton winning the Man Booker Prize. At 28 she is the youngest winner ever of the prize. Perhaps because I have a birthday coming up soon (and because I can’t believe its been nearly a year since my last birthday) I’ve been thinking a lot about where I am in my life and where I’d like to be. Of course, writing has figured a lot in all this cogitating.Read More »What does it mean to be a successful writer?

Meet me at St Pancras

The Meeting Place

I made one of my rare and fleeting trips to London yesterday to attend a conference. I caught the train to and from St Pancras and as I was wandering round the train station waiting for my train home I noticed the above statue from afar. The two giant, kissing figures loom over the station, even as the impressive span of the Victorian station roof looms over them. Read More »Meet me at St Pancras

Hibernation

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Hibernation

Today I thought I’d share a piece of flash fiction I wrote last week for the Cake.shortandsweet Wednesday Write-In, so not strictly creative nonfiction nature writing, but I might have to test those boundaries a lot over the coming month if I’m going to complete NaBloPoMo! I did feel as though I was channelling Alice Oswald’s poem For Many Hours there’s been an Old Couple Standing at that Window as I was writing, so that might offer a tenuous link. And there is a folk tale feel to the story.

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Book Spine Poetry

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Inspired by Brain Pickings‘s Book Spine Poetry I decided to create my own. Here’s a few of the poems I came up with. I tried to stick to nature writing books and they’re very short poems. I could have kept going but I was in danger of completely dismantling my bookshelves. I apologise for the poor quality of the photos, I had to use my phone’s camera and the light isn’t great either. But I do like the reflection on our glass dinning table.Read More »Book Spine Poetry

Here In The City

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Manchester

Manchester

A couple of days ago I was sat on the top deck of the bus going in to Manchester city centre. It’s the same bus I’ve been catching twice a week for the last few months. Most of the time I read on the bus, but occasionally I just like to look out of the window at the city and it’s people below. On this particular morning, for some reason, I was feeling particularly observant and particularly inspired by what I saw. It was the simple variety of life that really struck me. All these people here in one place with vastly different lives.Read More »Here In The City