The crazy slope and camber of the steps sheds rain or tears flowing to the cool courtyard. Their dis- orientating tread is allayed by the comfort of marble smoothed by a thousand human feet and the burbling music of the canal below. Advertisements
So I’ve long thought that I’d avoid joining more ‘social’ platforms than I’m already on as: I just don’t have the time I didn’t want to have to learn something new I’m in the middle of my degree and there’s just so much going on I’d be shown a lot of really bad poetry that’d […]
I’ve received a lot of mail regarding the previous posting about form divergence and form in general and have tried to respond to everyone but for now I’d like to add three more mentions I have been delighted to have acceptances by Tropica Laced (you can see a taster of one of the poems and images accepted […]
a poem first published in ‘Thank You For Swallowing’ regarding abuse of those the UN was charged with caring for.
Once upon a time, before university and the wonders of studying the craft of writing as envisaged by academics in an educational institution, I thought of myself as a freeform writer and that Form was archaic, constraining, and redundant. Needless to say, my attitude has changed with exposure to form in all its wondrous guises […]
In the run-up to Christmas I wasn’t posting as I was on one of my ‘walkabouts’ this time staying in Cape Verde studying the art of Portuguese Manueline style art – well, where I could – and taking in the sights. Manueline was totally new to me before one of the tutors on my art history course […]
So my recent visit to Manchester inspired so much artistic stimulation, conversations, debates and ultimately writing too and I’m pleased to see one of the poems ‘Harmonies of Morning’ published in Jazz Cigarette’s 5th e-anthology. (http://www.jazzcig.com/k_barton_01.html)