It's happened at last. After 400 years, Britain has finally chosen a female Poet Laureate! Before you blokes stop reading, muttering to yourselves about "bloody feminists" (and yes, I do know what I just said), let me put it into perspective for you. And I promise that this will be the only feminist rant in this …
NaPoWriMo 09 – the post-mortem
Well, it's all over. I have survived thirty days of writing a poem-draft every day (or "for" every day), and posting them publicly. What did I learn, what did I gain, what did I lose, and was it worth it? Certainly the challenge of a poem every day was harder than I expected. Having only just emerged …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 30 (and end!)
Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
bibliophile lust-objects
I think it would come as no surprise to any of you to learn that I am an unrepentant bibliophile, and that libraries are places I put ahead of churches. Doing a bit of surfing, I came across an incredible site: Librophiliac Love Letter: A Compendium of Beautiful Libraries. Go. Browse. Marvel at the incredibly beautiful libraries …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 29
An Unusual Affection for Paperclips I am growing older, stiffer in knees and hips. How could I not admire the flexibility of paperclips? * Pleasure comes from simple things. Behold a child with a box of coloured paperclips! * Chaos is the final order, and settles among my things. I hold it at bay with bookmarks, …
A Dark Feathered Art 