Full Blood by John Siddique
Renowned poet John Siddique is running a workshop for Leicester Writers’ Club, members and non-members welcome. Read more about John and his poetry publications by clicking on the link below.
And please click on the next link for more details. It will be a great evening, I promise…
Further posts about John, on this ‘ere blog:
The lovely folk at Kumquat Poetry have been good enough to post another of my poems from a collection I’m working on called DressCode.
This is a series of sonnets, numbering 45 so far, all about clothes. They were originally inspired by a workshop with the fantastic John Gallas for Leicester Writing School.
Over many cups of coffee, fags and the odd biccy, John helped me kick some of the early sonnets into shape. Finding this wonderful quote sharpened my focus.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us,
not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast,
but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
You can read the featured poem, Shoes, here…
Hi, I’m very pleased to have a poem published on the lovely Kumquat Poetry. Click to read.
It’s a great site and worth a look if you don’t already know it (and not just because they happen to have taken some of my poems!)
Kumquat will be posting four more from me over the next few weeks and I’ll put a link to them as and when they appear.
Yes, these small thoughts are coming thick and fast…
You can read my first ever published short story here.
Scroll through until you find: The Dress.
You’ll discover shedloads of other loveliness on the way, and perhaps you might even pause to read my poem: Red and Green.
Two of my poems are live on The Crane Papers website.
They will be printed onto paper, folded into origami cranes and dropped on an unsuspecting public. Finders keepers agreed, but you are, in return, encouraged to report back on when, where and how you became so. I would also love to hear if either of my poems got entangled in your hair, flew into your beer, crawled sooty and huffing down your chimney, or just ended up muddied and squished under your welly boot?
A new take on found poetry?
I’d love you to have a look and like (if you like) both here and there.
oh, and you can read them HERE!
BTW the theme was ‘Coming Of Age…’ (In case you thought I was mildly obsessed with prepubescent underwear.)