I finally got around to reading Milk and Honey and, currently halfway through, as part of my uni Final Major Project research into contemporary feminist poetry, I decided to have a go at writing in her style. Advertisements
A while ago I posted on here saying that a poem of mine was going to be published in a poetry journal called Eye Flash – and it’s now available to buy! You can buy issue one (Autumn 2017) here. There’s lots of interesting work by great poets worldwide in there, so I would thorohoughly… Continue reading Eye Flash Poetry Journal
My few followers might have noticed my absence over the past few weeks – sorry! I’ve just started my third year at uni, and it’s all been a little bit overwhelming – this year I have a three hour exam, an 8,000 word dissertation, and a 15,000 word (plus research notes and commentary) final major… Continue reading Three Things My Third Year at Uni has Taught Me (So Far)
The summer is drawing to a close (or perhaps it has already drawn and I am in denial), and my final year at UCA officially starts next Friday. Over the summer I have been volunteering at my local library, helping children with the Summer Reading Challenge (basically, the kids get stickers for reading books over… Continue reading Summer Library Volunteering
2017 marks 200 years since the death of Jane Austen. As a self-confessed Janeite (noun. a Jane Austen mega-fan and/or obsessive) it only seems fitting that I should do a blog post chronicling the reasons I love not only her novels, but Jane herself too (and why you might, if you haven’t read her work).
Today, as I was pootling along in the back of my aunt’s car, I got an email through on my phone; one of my poems (a free verse piece called ‘Wade’) is going to be published in a new poetry magazine called Eye Flash! This is really exciting for me, as I’ve never been… Continue reading In Print
Hello there, Mind the door, Welcome to The Last Book Store. Sure, There are cockroaches In our classics, And our travel section Has a termite problem (Not to mention our Peeling poetry Or Festering thrillers) But, shush, can you smell it? That dusty-vanilla fragrance Of adventures Still to come, Or a million lives… Continue reading The Last Book Store