Archive for December 7, 2014

In the fairies, who live in the trees, playing and frolicking at the end of the woods

In the dwarves and elves, who create mischief and mayhem, when you go walking alone

In the ghosts and spirits, who still roam amongst the living, gone but never forgotten

In your Guardian Angel watching over you, guiding you, as you walk down the path of life

In the feeling you get down your spine, telling you yes or no, right or wrong, do it or don’t

In wizards, warlocks and witches, who cast spells to pass the day, on those who like to play

In the power of the mystics, who create magic, and transform your lives and minds

In dragons and unicorns, Hobbits and Hogwarts, the lands of the Lords and of the Discs

In the power of the universe, pulsing through the rocks and crystals that are our foundations

Sending energy to your very Soul, your very essence of life, your very being that keeps you alive

Do you believe in any of this, well do you…………………………

Sunday Poem – Andrew Forster

Posted: December 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

Kim Moore

This is the first blog post I am writing from my lovely new/old desk which I bought in a charity shop last week for £60. It apparently came from a school.  I quite liked it when I bought it but now I have it set up in my room I love it.

I have had a cold all week.  I think it started on Monday or Sunday evening.  The cold is a lot better but I feel really run down and tired.  I didn’t think I looked that bad, but I’ve just been shopping and the woman at the checkout took one look at me and said ‘What happened to you?’.  I said ‘I’ve had a cold and I still don’t feel great’ and then she looked at me and said ‘I’ll pack your bags.  I’ll take pity on you’.  I feel like I should be offended that she was…

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the bigger picture

Posted: December 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

My mate John Foggin again

The Great Fogginzo's Cobweb


A short post this week. I’m celebrating an anniversary. A year ago today I sent off a selection of poems to The Plough Open Poetry competition, and while it didn’t change my life it certainly changed a significant chunk of it, and it changed the way I thought about it,  and about myself. I sent five poems. One made the long list (which would have blown my socks off on its own), another made the short list, and a third won the first prize. The judge was Andrew Motion. I can still remember the incredulity when someone emailed me to congratulate me. Since I didn’t know why, I thought it was a wind-up. So I rang the Plough organisers. And it was true. Incredulity plus delight. The feeling persists. That poem  ‘Julie’ was written for my partner Flo’s cousin, Julie, who was outliving the expectations of specialists who had…

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Another great blog from John Foggin

The Great Fogginzo's Cobweb

cow poetry

This has always been one of my favourite Gary Larsson cartoons, and pretty well describes what I thought poetry readings were like, till I actually started going to them fairly regularly in the last two or three years. I guess I imagined an aura of quiet piety and the scent of Earl Grey, punctuated by thoughtful Mmms and occasional hesitant polite applause. It’s been nice to be disabused. So this week’s cobweb’s about readings and readers, and prompted by the fact that on Friday next I’ll be off to Camden for the launch of my chapbook, ‘Larach’ [WardWood Publishing]. I’ll tell you all about it next Sunday, or maybe the week after, because next Sunday I’ll be off to Whitby for the Poetry Business residential, and the company of 17 other hardworking writers, and the inspirational Sansoms.

Right now, I’m going to reflect on two readings last week, and what…

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