On World Book Day, I'm remembering one of my most mortifying school experiences. It was my first year in secondary school, Melbourne, the winter term, 1975. There was a day excursion, though to where I can't now remember, and we didn't have to wear school uniform. For some reason I decided I was going to …
Twelfth Night afterglow
The Battersea Society would normally host a Twelfth Night supper at a local restaurant on the sixth of January. But these are not normal times. Instead, the Society's events committee invited me to give a poetry reading on Zoom at 6pm for about half an hour. I was delighted to have been asked, but also …
a poem for the new year
seven wishes more unplugged hoursand deeper sleep air so crispit scintillates your lungs birdsong decoratingevery street a stranger’s nodwhen needed most the clock wound backon climate change a wilder lawnfrom scattered seeds in kitchens far and neara good breakfast to start each day
towards dawn
. . . and here it is - the advent window Luke Walker and I have created for the Nine Elms Advent Window Trail. Our window officially 'opened' at 5pm today and I'm very excited to share it. Please enjoy a virtual chocolate 🍫 in celebration. You can read more about the background to this …
windows (& some words) lit large
The Nine Elms Advent Calendar launches today, an initiative organised by the Nine Elms Arts Ministry, following on from their inaugural Advent Window trail last year. Back then, when we could all huddle together outside sipping mulled wine and singing carols, there was a grand unveiling each evening of a new window over the 24 …
the story of a story
I am delighted to welcome into the world my short story The Red Suitcase, published as a beautiful limited-edition chapbook by Nightjar Press. I keep track of my submissions on index cards (I know, it's old school). I first sent the story out in March 2012. I kept trying off and on, so many times …
elusive equilibrium
Yesterday was not a good day. The weather in my hometown Melbourne can be so changeable we say it has 'four seasons in one day'. My mood is often like this too, but yesterday it was relentless cold drizzle with a major storm brewing. Anxiety that I could not shift until early evening when I …
Our National Poetry Library could be axed – please sign the petition — Robin Houghton
Please don't ignore this! What the Southbank Centre's management are proposing amounts to cultural vandalism in my book. This is no exaggeration. There doesn’t to be much hope for the National Poetry Library on London’s Southbank, since the Chief Exec is apparently determined to move the library out of the building “in order to monetise …
in – out – in Mslexia
I've subscribed to Mslexia - the magazine for women who write - for many years. It's packed full of interesting articles and useful tips, and showcases new writing by women. The magazine also pays contributors - not huge sums, but an important recognition of the value of the writer's words. And probably for about as …
afternoon dip
Not the swimming kind of dip unfortunately. I quite often feel low, veering towards anxious, after lunch. Even after a good morning at my desk. So I am trying to develop the habit of sitting quietly on the bed after lunch, and reading for half an hour or so. I'm not a napper - if …
Hilaire 