This makes me feel like a REAL poet (whatever that is ;-))! Can't wait to get my hands on a copy.
The most amazing thing just happened. I won third prize in the Resurgence Poetry Prize with Sonnet for the Glass Blower. The prizes are superb for a poetry competition. A thousand pounds for my little poem! I still can't quite believe it.
You can read it here along with the other winning poems:
And it seems I may have to go to London for the awards ceremony...exciting!
Look how beautiful this publication is. I feel so privileged to be in it. One of my Oxford tutors, the wonderful Jenny Lewis, is in it too, which makes me feel extra privileged, to be in such esteemed company.
I have two poem-eens in the latest Cyphers. One of them may be called Sex. Just sayin'. There are plenty of copies in the wonderful Charlie Byrnes if anyone is in Galway.
I was in there the other day stocking up (as you do) and Vinnie says: You know you're buying two of the same thing? Yes, says I. Hmm, says he. Are you in it? ( I nod) Oh! What's your name?
Tis the little things...
Dragon Pearls, my little love sonnet has just been nominated for a Pushcart Prize 2017. Thank you Crannóg.
A special thanks to Mimi Khalvati who worked on the poem with me during an Arvon course in the summer of 2015. A half an hour with her was pure poetry editing gold. (And thanks of course to the muse himself!)
Congratulations to my Viennese sister in poetry, Gabriella Attems, who has three beautiful poems in the latest PN Review. I feel privileged to have been hanging out with her here near Kinsale where a couple of the poems began their journey. English isn't even her second language, it's her third. Just amazing.
I've just heard I'm going to have a poem in the next Aesthetica Creative Writing Anthology. So excited. Their publications are always gorgeous. I've been a fan of theirs for ages so this is sweet news to hear. Hooray!
I am thrilled to have had a poem chosen by judge Luke Kennard for inclusion in the Best New British & Irish Poets 2017 by Eyewear Publishing.
Technically you're not supposed to wear the mortar board until your graduation day but I couldn't resist, just for a quick snap. *Shhhh. Say nothin'* You'd be right if you think I'm lapping up all the pomp and ceremony of Matriculation Day at Oxford. Yup. Pure shameless. Oh my God, I love it here!
This is me at my college, St. Anne's, waiting for my fellow 'Stanners' to gather so we can process through the streets of Oxford to the Sheldonian Theatre for the ceremony. It really does feel like you're being admitted to a very old and exclusive club. But you know what? I am appreciating every single minute of how privileged I am, something that may not have happened if they'd let me in when I was seventeen.
And as for my classmates! What a bunch of supremely talented people from all corners of the globe. I am honestly humbled to be among them.
Delighted to receive second prize in Dromineer this year from judge Collette Bryce. Who says there's no money in poetry?! ;-) You can have a read of the poem here:
The prize-giving ceremony was lovely. It was especially nice to see some young poets being rewarded for their writing and getting to read out their poems to an appreciative audience. Many thanks to Deborah Powell and Eleanor Hooker for a great event.
What an absolutely stunning production of Waiting For Godot by Druid in Galway, directed by Garry Hynes. So glad I made the effort to bring Ethan. It couldn't have been a more perfect introduction to Beckett.
And we have more Druid/Hynes magic to look forward to in September with the twentieth anniversary production of Martin McDonagh's The Beauty Queen of Leenane. Tickets already booked. Can't wait!
I had a couple of poems on the longlist for The Fish Poetry Prize this year. My wonderful poetry sister Sarah Byrne however came second and it was great to be at the launch of the Fish Anthology to hear her read.
Bantry has to be one of the best literary festivals around. They always have an impressive line-up of writers for readings and workshops. And it's so picturesque! I did a poetry workshop with Jo Shapcott and my son, Ethan, did the teenage writing workshop with Dave Lordan.
Some of the highlights were getting to hear Sarah Howe read from the amazing Loop of Jade and the grand finale of Nick Laird and Zadie Smith, a rare treat to get to hear them both on the same stage. Looking forward to next year already!
The Pickled Body online journal has published my poem Clipping A Cockatiel's Wings (for Dummies) in their issue How To Make Love in Dangerous times (which deserves to be read for its title alone, no?).
Haar. My new favourite word. But it has to be said in a Scottish accent. How have I never heard it before? It's right up there with the other Scottish word 'haver' that The Proclaimers introduced me to back in the 80s, fair play to them. "And if I haver, hey, I know I'm gonna be/ I'm gonna be the man that's havering to you". Love it.