The Arch - Jane Clarke   Not Tudor or corbel, lancet or Gothic,   not burdened by a bridge or chastened by a church,   but hewn...

Please click below to read a new article, On the Double Empathy Problem , recently published in the BACP journal University & College...

Article first published in Lapidus Magazine Issue 4 A self-disclosure: I’m not sure how to start this article. I’ve been procrastinating,...

Rubbish Day by Jo Bratten On Tuesday nights I double-bag the rubbish, tightly wrap the bones and fat in rags, tuck them deep in so the...

how many evenings have I thought the garden done walked out and seen fresh clumps of weed mithering the dirt     some people cannot tell...

This blog post is written in response to the poem [ ] noise by Victoria Adukwei Bulley. You can read the poem online at bath...

The blog has been a bit quiet for a while, in part because I've been putting the finishing touches to my new collection. I'm delighted to...

What Could Be Called Communication - by Kate Fox You might find them staying near the walls or clutching their earphones, rocking from...

Morning by Sarah Mnatzaganian I had a Gretel moment back there, thinking I’d lost my way, until I spotted yellow poplar leaves spattering...

I stumbled across a copy of Sue Rose’s debut collection From the Dark Room in a little bookshop in Camden some ten years or so ago. I...

Thanks to Holly Magill and Claire Walker for publishing my poem Reckoning on Atrium today. The poem is from my forthcoming collection,...

By Ramona Herdman You'd've thought I'd've learnt better by now, but no. I'm still lizard-bask as anyone, come the year's new sun. Despite...

Small Kindnesses By Danusha Laméris I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to...

Watch this space for my new blog on poetry and mental health, where selected poems will sit alongside reflections informed by my...