For Richer, For Poet

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you … More

Poetry Postmortem (7)

Patient: The Underground by Seamus Heaney Over on my Substack, I have this series called Poetry Postmortem. The purpose of … More

Poetry Book Awards: Longlisted

At the beginning of the year, I sent off my book, The Maggot on Maple Street, for the Poetry Book … More

Talk, Talk, Talk: Deconstructing the Criticism of Self-Promotion

Over the last few months, there have been many tweets from various writers who seem dismayed by having to promote … More

Mother Cauldron

I was formed from the yolkof society, and that’s wherethe trouble began. Mother grew my bones and guts in her … More

In Another Life

In another life… nature hasn’t turned in on itself. In another life… our blood has conjoined beyond the froth of … More

Gone Wit’ Smoke

Author’s Note: I’m a Northern Girl (U.K.), and I come across this way of speaking very often. She were left … More

At the Gates of Dawn

For Syd Barrett He sits cross-legged on the stage of Glastonbury. Up high in a tree, lost in a field … More

Mourvèdre

A cento using lines from Diane Seuss’ Frank: Sonnets’ I am a little Frank O’ Hara. Drowned in shallow water. … More

I, Abalone

This poem is a reject from a recent competition. Time is the longest distance between two places. —Tennessee Williams Like … More