Naturally, to mark Libraries Week 2021, I penned a poem, celebrating these special places. Happy reading!
AD - PR ticket | Being well aware of my reignited love of art, local illustrator Amy Harwood kindly invited me a long to one of her first 'in person' workshops since the pandemic began – a botanical lettering event hosted in Southampton city-centre eatery The Lunch Lounge.
One year ago today, we were told to simply stay at home. I've attempted to summarise my feelings in this poem.
I was asked by my colleagues to write a poem about our city for Valentine's Day 2021 – a love letter to our south-coast city.
Whenever I make my mum's lentil soup recipe, I'm back home with my family, at the wooden kitchen table.
Lamenting the loss of even the less-than-shiny aspects of a family Christmas, and yearning for time with loved ones - even if it does mean arguments, discomfort and awkward moments.
My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
This poem is for anyone who misses being close to someone, too. That time will come, but for now, let's think of drinking tea with them.
Spring is all about movement: springing forward, and springing up; new life, new beginnings, moving on, growth, freshness. Even its synonyms are mobile: elasticity, bounce, hop, bound.
It’s ironic, then, that this year's spring is defined by stillness.
One of my favourite things to discover is the origin of a word or phrase we use every day.