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A New Collection is a Lovesome Thing

4/2/2025

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Creating a poetry collection is such an interesting activity. 

Like a poem, a collection needs to resonate back and forth within itself, so you experiment with groups of poems, chains of images, words that chime with other words. You try to listen to the tones of your own poems: their music, their temperature, where their hearts lie. You put certain poems together, thinking they'll get on well, but they spring apart, turn their backs on each other, make new friends. Some of them change direction or grow new lines. Many shrink, some to the point of disappearing. You walk away in search of  a glass of water, or  painkillers, or just to attend to another task. Yes, the washing up still needs to be done. You return to the collection, only to discover that it's no longer the same as it was when you left it. It implores you to think again. It announces it's changed its name. It's unwilling to go in the direction you have in mind; it has directions of its own. Above all, it insists on saying more than you thought you wanted it to say. 

At least, that's how it's been for me when I try to herd my poems into a collection.

So this is by way of celebrating that I do have a new collection ready, about to go into the editorial process with Pindrop Press. I love it, in all its unruliness, and I hope readers will love it too. (Stands up from desk and does a creaky but happy little dance).
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Again Behold the Stars in Rye!

30/9/2024

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Our four woman Rye Arts Festival reading was a great experience, despite the awful weather which meant we performed in St Mary's church instead of the castle. The readers were  amazing, the church a wonderfully evocative setting. Martin and Kt Bruce of Rye News and Harbour Videography made a small video recording that gives a good flavour, and Matt Wells took these photos. The poems got the airing they had been wanting, having been launched in lockdown!
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Bringing It Home To Rye

26/8/2024

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Looking forward to 26th September, when I'll be performing 'Again Behold the Stars' in the herb garden inside the walls of the Ypres Castle here in Rye, as part of the fabulous Rye Arts Festival 2024. Glimpses of Italy brought to my new home iin south-east England! I feel very lucky to have three other Siege Girls getting ready to share the readings with me - Janet Stott, Judith Shaw and Isabel Ryan. The beautiful castle setting should add a whole other dimension, as Rye meets Montalcino meets the frustrations and solaces of lockdown.
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At last... a new writing perch

4/6/2024

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After two years in limbo, reasons to be cheerful... we're living in our renovated house...I have a desk with a view... books coming out of their boxes. New notebook.  New pencils. Oh, especially the new pencils.
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Bird-hiding in Rye

31/10/2023

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A new home in Rye has sent me on long walks along the shore and long waits in wooden hides, starting to learn the names and ways of the many different birds who live here or pass through. Like me, many of them move from one home to another, flap-flap-glide through my thoughts, find perches in my poems.

Waterbird


I’ll remember you as a tufted duck
shaking out your feathers fresh from a dive.
You turn to show your snowy flank, 
punkish crest and gold eye, 
give me a a sideways look.


Another time I find you in a flotilla 
of shovelers, scooping the dark shallows
of a flooded quarry. I won’t forget 
your hunchy neck, your green face, how
you charm me with flatworms.


Some days you’re plover neat, rounded
and ringed, and wedded to the shore. 
Sometimes you’re egret elegant until, 
with a chuckle, you flash your sunshine feet.


Published in the Sussex Wildlife Trust anthology, 'Water'
sussexwildlifetrust.org.uk/discover/go-wild-at-home/creative-nature-writing/water-anthology-2023

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Haymaking

21/4/2023

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This will be good fun: a day in beautiful Hay-on-Wye, making poems with local poets while (I hope) the sun shines!

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Back in Italy... in Delight and Trouble!

16/7/2022

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My best latest news is that my poem sequence Again Behold the Stars has won a Cinnamon Pamphlet Award, and will be published in spring 2023.
Thank you, mille grazie, Cinnamon Press!


These are poems very dear to my heart and I can't wait to see them in print. They are set in Montalcino, the town where I live when in Italy. The central narrative thread happens in the 1500s, a time of siege. But the poems are also about events in the world right now, and drawn from my own experience of lockdown over the past few years.


A small taster from near the opening, honouring the role of women in medieval sieges:

Redoubt

Three women’s battalions, uniformed in red and violet taffeta, fought on the city walls.

La Fortezza bares a stony 
countenance. She gathers 
the beseiged under her skirts.

Against her stubborn wall
the cannonballs shatter 
like fishermen’s glass floats,

leave no more than scratches. 
Moss heals her. Sparrows roost 
inside her scars. She glowers

from her high redoubt
beyond the mangled plain,
all the way to the sea

where boats cast off  as easily
as taffeta slips from the loom.


In other news, I've broken my hand, luckily not the writing one.
The hospital at Nottola, where they straighened the bones and encased my arm in plaster, was exactly as it was when I wrote this (about partner David's broken ankle) in 2015! You can find this and others from that time in my first collection
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White Roads, Paekakariki Press 2018.

La Sala Gessi

Lined up, not crying
in the corridor: girl,
both hands twisted 
under a scarf; 

grape-pickers, bare feet
tenderly tilted
like knackered horses
shifting the weight;

ashen-faced woman
on a stretcher; you, 
your swollen leg,
me with a crumbling panino.

Tutte rotte!
pronounces the nurse
with pride, waving a sheaf
of X-ray notes. All broken.

Inside the sala
they keep their mystery, 
their buckets of white slop,
swaddle your pain

in gesso. Woozy,
we join the procession,
happy to stumble 
through swing doors

lurching on stampelle,
in wheeled carriages
or wreathed in slings;
part-human, part-cocoon.









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Some particuarly good things do still arrive through the letterbox!

19/11/2021

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David Underdown's wonderful Calder Valley Poetry pamphlet, 'Snig', landed on my doormat on a grey November day and I've been enjoying the poems ever since. Here's one I love - appropriate for me at the moment as I'm in the process of moving house. 
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It's that time of year again...

28/9/2021

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I'm back in Italy, and this week our small town smells like heaven; ivy blossoms are opening all along our garden fence, and on walls and trees and hedges all around town. Magical! The bees are delighted too. They've reminded me of this poem, from my collection 'White Roads' (Paekakariki Press 2018)

Before Closing Time

What would it taste like, ivy honey?
Would you dare? On my mind’s tongue
I sample green notes dulled by dust,

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how it would tease my throat;
cling with a passion, hint at poison.
There are only so many harvest days.

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Today, the bees are frantic;
hundreds reel between the flowers.
They can’t stop, it’s so plentiful -

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there’s more music in the garden
than that day the pears were picked
in a hurry; the day before Winter.

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Yes, they’re all still open: waxy petals
in the ivy tree, bees’ restless wings.
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One Year On

14/3/2021

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A pandemic year in London
​It's passed like no time at all, and like an infinity. This zoom reading with in-words of Greenwich will reflect on it, grieve for it, flee from it, keep trying to survive it. Joining friends in poetry world on zoom has been at times hard work this year, but always a lifeline. I hope many of my poetry reading and writing friends will be there.
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ONE YEAR ON – Thursday March 25 at 7.30 on Zoom
A year of lockdowns, tiers, brief respites, losses and resilience – and yet it’s flown, thanks partly to Zoom and the internet in general. We’ve all become more adept at technology, baking, entertaining ourselves and making do, maybe even at realising what’s not essential and can be let go of…
With so many uncertainties about dates, loosening of restrictions etc, it’s good to have a definite date for something as lovely as this… One Year On is definitely going ahead, featuring Rosie Johnston, Alex Josephy, Colin Pink, Jacqueline Saphra and Rob Walton. They will be offering their takes on these last weird twelve months in verse and prose (Rosie).
There will be plenty of smiles and some sadness, nostalgia for ‘before’, anger and questions. Expect to hear words that, at some point, we have all said or thought – but crafted in ways unique to these fabulous wordsmiths.
This event is free by invitation. If you wish to be sent a Zoom link, please email
[email protected]
​or [email protected]
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