Red roses sit upon Valentina’s night stand. Her bedroom is a boudoir of passions. Valentina lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment that sits above the bookshop she runs. It’s small with the usual creaky floors and looks out onto the main high street. Everybody is always popping around to see her. Valentina’s room is a…
Christmas Poem: The Notebook on the Mantlepiece
Christmas Poem: Inside the cottage… Upon the mantlepiece rests an inherited clock, cloak of dust and ornaments. A pinecone sits alone.
Cover reveal: Welcome to Wonderland
Olivia is about to walk into the most magical year of her life… But it could cost her everything she holds dearly.
The Bridge – Poem of the Day: Lost Generation – PoetsBridge.org
Lost Generation is selected Poem of the Day 10/02/22 on The Bridge – World Premier Poetry network.
New York poetry reading night with Brooklyn Poets
Join us for the Brooklyn Poets Workshop showcase on Monday, November 29, at 7 PM (ET) via Zoom as Natalie Eilbert, dawn lonsinger and Emily Wallis Hughes read from their work and personally introduce readings by their students, alongside students from workshops led by Rosebud Ben-Oni, Imani Cezanne, Starr Davis, Bernard Ferguson, Luther Hughes and…
Book of the Week feature on Brooklyn Poets
The Quarter Life Crisis Poet is now selected as Book of the Week on the World Premier Poetry network The Bridge founded by Brooklyn Poets.
Poem: Losing my voice
In the quiet and silence I had a voice and used it But nobody listened. it was 2015. Never mind the warnings or revelations. Then I got ‘friends’, an ‘audience’ and I found ‘God’ my voice disappeared it was 2016. five years later in the quiet of depression in the depths of an abyss…
Online Poetry Night! Ledbury Poetry Festival Community Programme Sharing Showcase
Hop online for a Night of Poetry this Friday 30th April 2021 7pm – 8.30pm. Catherine will be reading two new poems. The event is hosted by Ledbury Poetry Festival as part of their Community Programme. Please Facebook message for link.
Poem: That Forgotten Enemy
It seeped into my life when I was a little girl Mother made me look in the mirror She forced me Flaw after flaw Made me look at the floor. I could never see any lightness in me It was all dark dark Misery never left me. Love was my cure Or so I thought.…
Poem: 2am
I feel it in my chest, the grip of heartache. He won’t let me go. His hold is tough on my love. My heart aches from his unrelenting hold on my heart His hold on my body I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe All the way to the…