Introducing [drum-roll]… our Poet Laureates

So today and tomorrow, I’ll be showcasing the latest work by the incredibly talented young poets, who earned the title ‘Poet Laureate’ earlier this year, in their schools. It’s a genuine privilege to be able to work closely with these writers, as part of my role as Patron of Writing at Didcot Girls’ School andContinue reading “Introducing [drum-roll]… our Poet Laureates”

“So, let’s start with your name. And why you are here.” #LetsDoThisKids – 3

No. This is not an AA meeting. This was how we kicked off the Writers’ Mentoring Programme at Didcot Girls’ School this week – an initiative that has grown out of the poetry workshops I led last term with around 250 year 9 and 10 students. As it’s a New Year (and all that) pleaseContinue reading ““So, let’s start with your name. And why you are here.” #LetsDoThisKids – 3”

#Letsdothiskids – Discoveries of a school Patron of Writing

I’m reeling. I’ve just been reading the creative writing of a bunch of 11 and 12 year olds. Original, compelling, artistically adventurous writing. Here’s a flavour: I’m summer, I’m winter, I’m everything it seems. Emily W Year 7 She is a record player, playing softly as everyone dances. She smells like warm leather but onContinue reading “#Letsdothiskids – Discoveries of a school Patron of Writing”

A Happy Clearing

There has been some movement in my head. One way to describe this might be to say that, for months, I’ve been a bit like someone trying to take a stroll through a deep jungle, as if it were my local High Street. Which is, of course, impossible and ridiculous. I’ve been hacking away atContinue reading “A Happy Clearing”

Wishing I could have lingered longer

I know better these days than to pack in more than two events in one day at Ledbury Poetry Festival. I need time to bask in this chocolate-box town’s poetic tradition. Time to think. Drink coffee. And ultimately (hopefully): write. But I was entirely satisfied by my two carefully chosen events (when the brochure arrives,Continue reading “Wishing I could have lingered longer”