A fitting poem for this strange part of the year, Jo gives us lyrical and atmospheric images of journeying through the cold... For more writing by Jo, check out her blog.
Here's a digital story by Francis, with a vivid picture of how treatments have changed since 1947! I hope you enjoy Francis' use of found and vintage photographs, and his use of iconic art to express his experience.
The last of our 'special mention' poems on the theme of changing home is from Alison Raybould. We just couldn't let it escape us, when it has its emotional heart so strongly in our native Teesside! ‘Pumps mean something different down there!’ At thirteen, that plimsoll line pounding and ‘Run For Home’ on the turntable, … Continue reading Pumps mean something different down there! by Alison Raybould
In the wake of our short season of 'changing home' poems as selected by Clive Birnie, we're making the executive decision to feature just a handful more poems that were mentioned honourably in dispatches! Here are two from Hull-based poet, author and publisher Tracey Scott-Townsend, which contrast living in a van with the lure of … Continue reading Two poems by Tracey Scott-Townsend
So this is the last pick from our special guest editor, Clive Birnie of Burning Eye Books - thanks Clive! We promise that he saw all submissions fully anonymised, so it is just a testament to the consistency of his editorial tastes that he chose poems by two poets from the Burning Eye stable! This … Continue reading Written when freshly moved… by Jemima Foxtrot
In selecting this short prose-poem by Sara Hirsch, our guest editor Clive Birnie says "another editor once said to me that it can be the smallest detail in a poem that makes it stand out. Here, that detail is 'a little plastic voice'." 13 Wallside The first time we visit it is vacant except for … Continue reading 13 Wallside by Sara Hirsch
The second of our 'changing home' poetry choices by guest editor Clive Birnie is by Hannah Stone. Clive says "I chose this one for 'the dust that settled on all the things I didn’t do'. I think we can all recognise that sentiment." Then When it’s time for me to take home my bones I will … Continue reading Then by Hannah Stone