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  1. Jan 1

    Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. ― Emily Dickinson

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  3. 3 hours ago

    A poem about a throwback calendar discovered in an MOT exhaust centre. 'The Mechanic's Calendar' ….Sadness and shame, tinged with WD40

  4. Jan 2

    To love is not to be together always, but to still care while being apart.

  5. 42 seconds ago

    I'd wrap my belongings in poetry and then present to you. It would conceal my entire existence.

  6. 48 minutes ago

    “On this wine bowl / of pure silver –” – C.P. Cavafy, “Craftsman of Wine Bowls”, translated by Avi Sharon.

  7. Jan 3
  8. Jan 3

    Teacher, practitioners and writers: up-skill in the new year with our in the Multilingual Classroom CPD evening, featuring workshops with Anjum Malik and Andrew McMillan.

  9. I am a collector of moons.. Galillean satellites scattered across my bedroom floor.. Glass marbles plucked from the sky.. Colored ice and glistening rock.. Rolling ‘round with innumerable wishes clinging to them.. I hear them all.. I hear you..

  10. 31 Dec 2018

    ... when an hour goes, like a friend or a year passes, like the wind we leave too connected by the new search for morning the longing for love the gathering of all the happiness we need to make one more day

  11. Jan 1

    How to Give a Reading ... in bookstores, at conferences, at book fairs. Breathe Practice aloud in front of a mirror, or friend. Time yourself: most important Choose a piece to “wow” your audience. Read with emotion—especially Enunciate! READ SLOWLY!

  12. Jan 1

    Over 110 Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – open or with deadlines in January 2019. Plus the writing challenge. Best of luck and please share!

  13. 18 hours ago

    Tomorrow I'll publish 'The Mechanic's Calendar' (controversial poem exploring our relationship with imagery in an MOT and exhaust centre). But for now a final tweet of the poem inspired by A-Ha and a short back and sides 'Photos in a Barbershop'

  14. 16 hours ago

    An artist is somebody who enters into competition with God. —Patti Smith

  15. Jan 1

    after the ball drops & nothing has changed what are we to do but drink more wine & take the salmon out for tomorrow's dinner & maybe we'll have sprouts; we're always leaving, furtively eating days & pretending everything is sacred when everything actually is.

  16. Jan 1

    I am regressing day by day, making way for you becoming less in this cosmos so I am lighter, an unburdened body & soul, I want to be the flecks you feel behind curtains of dreams a vintage film on a dusty projector screen, a slight but sensual genre this homecoming.

  17. 3 hours ago

    but it’s over now, the town we once loved in, the maps we once drew, the echoes that once passed through us as if they needed something we had. Nathalie Handal

  18. 4 hours ago

    “I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.” ― Rumi ☄️ excerpt from INTO THE HEARTH

  19. 6 hours ago

    But I remember solitude—no other presence and each thing what it was. Not this raw fluttering I make of you as you have made of me your watch-fire, your killing light. Tess Gallagher

  20. 22 hours ago

    "... it looks straight at me, staring into my heart; then with a quick kiss and wink, it leads me in a direction I was not prepared for." ☄️ Excerpt from INTO THE HEARTH that will lead you to unearth love and self-acceptance.

  21. 23 hours ago

    The setting sun... Ten miles of snow changing colors ~ Michael McClintock

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