I was standing by the fridge when she said "I'm pregnant" I celebrated with wine, fizzy like the bubbles of joy in my mind I couldn't believe that at last I was going to be a grandmother I smiled a lot I worried too I waited for scans and enough weeks passing to feel it … Continue reading I Was Standing By The Fridge by Fran Edwards
Please welcome our second of three guest editors, Degna Stone! Degna Stone is a published poet who has twice received New Writing North awards, and a founder editor at acclaimed poetry journal Butcher’s Dog. She works as an Enabler for the Slate Consortia project, developing routes into creative arts and theatre for BMER artists. She … Continue reading Guest editor call out for submissions!
Good morning on this sunny Bank Holiday Monday! I hope everyone is having a beautiful weekend. I'm delighted to tell you that today's blog features not one, but three poems from our regular group member, Francis Arnett. Francis started work as a teacher in secondary education and retired after 40 years, with many happy memories and … Continue reading Three Poems by Francis Annett
W10 Those thick-skinned women who brought out suds and sponges in buckets, rested them in doorways, kneeling in their slippers, they’d scrub and scrub. It was all about keeping the modest porch dirt-free daily and looking well. The old dears of W10, so much pride. The ones who told tales of real life … Continue reading W10 by Laurie Bolger
And finally, the last poem chosen for us this month by guest editor Jessie Joe Jacobs is a fantastically bitter persona poem from Dave Medd. Party Song History. You can keep your bleedin history. It aint mine. Deny all knowledge, lineage, bastards. Who cares who screwed who in bed or battle. Pigs have got it … Continue reading Party Song by David Medd
This seventh selected poem by Maria Stadnicka contains some positive words of advice for moving forward into a better world. Movement If we want the world to move forward, we must hold hands. Documenting the pain and the joy, on the same page, with water, with fire, with ashes not with ink. Freedom … Continue reading Movement by Maria Stadnicka
For our March session, we focussed on ways to call small memories to life and turn them into short, authentic pieces of writing. It was a wonderful experience to hear people's work, and see how even small incidents led to large insights when remembered with attention and clarity. Scroll to the end for the writing … Continue reading Big little stories