We went to Borth and swam in the sea and then lay in the sun and got burnt. It was marvellous. I took some photos. Me Liam MJ Kat Tom Rox Tim (wearing, by the way, Kat’s sunglasses) I’ll...
{photo: how to catch a sun by Mlyutin} Patience Denise Levertov What patience a landscape has, like an old horse, head down in its field. Grey days, air and fine rain cling, become one, hovering till...
Well today I met one of my most wonderful friends, LJ, for a coffee and indulgent chat, and she gave me a bunch of daffodils. Made my day. (They may have got slightly crushed in our rather exuberan...
Hello. One friend told me she has no idea what’s going on in my life unless I’m blogging – so – this is for you S. (Can’t wait for you to get down here for your visit!)...
Oh readers, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. This has been a tough week of churning out essays and poems, going to meetings, organising people, deadlines and so on. But tomorrow I am g...
Tonight I went to see The Tempest by Cheek by Jowl in the Warwick Arts Centre. (On my own, might I add. I secretly love going to the cinema, to the theatre, for coffee, on my own). Russian company...
Taking a leaf out of Erica‘s book I’m going to tell you a few of the things in life that I most love. Non-book or poetry related. Guys, this will be informative for you. After you unde...
I was away for the weekend, back in the shire for a training weekend with Christian Union mates. But I’m back and now facing the toughest three weeks of this term. Two essays to do, and tons ...
A non-relevant but celebratory video for you today. Because I feel tired and bored and a bit dizzy. Nine o’clocks are not my cup of tea!
A load of my peers will probably remember the AQA poetry anthology that we studied at GCSE… which actually had quite a lot of really decent contemporary poetry. The poems that always come back...
The quieter you travel, the farther you’ll get. – Russian Proverb I’ve been reading (or more like, watching) the blog Mr and Mrs Globe Trot for ages now and just ache with jealousy....
Today we went to Attingham Park for a bracing walk and to see the snowdrops. The whole family and my brother’s dog went, partly because this is my last day at home… Going back to uni to...
I am writing an essay on Romantic landscape poetry at the moment. Bring on John Clare. He is welcome back into my life, that poor sweet crazed farmhand. The Yellowhammer’s Nest By John...
I told you I’d tell you about Ynyslas. Well, this is the legend {via here}: This land used to be the Cantre’r Gwaelod, which extended some 20 miles west of the current shoreline into what is n...
LISTEN Hello lovelies. Happy Valentine’s day. I actually think Valentine’s day is brilliant. I don’t care if I don’t get a card or whatever, I just think the whole concept i...
Sunflakes by Frank Asch If sunlight fell like snowflakes, gleaming yellow and so bright, we could build a sunman, we could have a sunball fight, we could watch the sunflakes drifting in the sk...
Yep I caught an early train today and arrived on the platform of shrewsbury at 12.25. I was met by my mum and sister who took me out for lunch. We went for a mooch round the shops (actually just on...
Remember I said I was knitting while watching the Super Bowl? Well this is what I was knitting: I kept seeing people wearing these ear warmer things all winter, and I really wanted one. But the onl...
Is there no hope for the lover of free verse! I woke up to this text this morning from my dear sister. It’s a quote from a letter from C S Lewis, a writer and lecturer at Oxford, to a girl ca...
Yes. I admit it. In fact, I embrace it. I watched the Super Bowl last night and loved it. To be fair, I was knitting while I watched, and also to be fair, I chickened out and went to bed at half ...
I love the work of Amy Borell. I especially love this piece: If I had the motivation I would definitely do this. I have stacks of letters, postcards, mementos, photographs, just itching to be collat...
Checkout Ynyslas. I walked along this beach years ago and saw this fossilised forest… someday I’ll tell you the story behind it. Maybe next week. It’s really really stormy tonight...
All hail poetry international web. Convalescing from a sudden onslaught of some foul flu type thing I find myself void of inspiration (after yesterday’s wonderful escapade), hating the greynes...
Ah, Balthazar, you did me proud today. I asked you to send a letter to my friend who had been feeling a little melancholy. I gave you a few sparse details – that she has thick hair that she&#...
I have spent thirteen hours on campus today. THIRTEEN. Thirteen hours on campus with a cough like a bullfrog. It was freezing all day (but beautiful) and I had many things to do. It’s good ...
There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seein...
I am so going to see this wonderful man live. Again. In London this time. Can you tell I’m excited?
{images by the incredible paul de luna} Variation on a Theme by Rilke A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descend...
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Chums. I’m moving this gig over to tumblr. Just for a laugh. No, actually, tumblr suits my blogging pattern at the moment – less time required, and also, it’s just pretty. So if ...
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