Kathy Pimlott

November 2025

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What, what, what am I going to write about? I'm floundering around at the moment, hoping that a clear path will emerge. In the meantime I'm trawling through notebooks and computer files to find something, anything, that catches among all the half-started exercises and workshop prompt poems, something that ignites. There's a lot of ash to be riddled.

I do like, though, the odd poems I've written to make myself laugh, poems which hardly ever see the light of day because I seldom submit them anywhere. It is, therefore, a great pleasure to have one such in the current issue of The Alchemy Spoon - and what makes me laugh here is that I rhyme 'biscuit' with 'piqued' - it's a very small load of nonsense that delights me. Unaccountable but there we are.

I learnt a great deal from co-editing a recent issue of Magma magazine, a publication I am very fond of as it was the first I was published in when I returned to writing poetry after a very long hiatus (actually, it was the second - Spare Rib was the first). So I was surprised and delighted to be asked to join the board of trustees/ directors. I hope I can be useful. 

​I’m reading

Rachel Spence's Daughter of the Sun (The Emma Press); Suzannah Evan's Green (Little Betty); Claudine Toutoungi's Emotional Support Horse (Carcanet) and Pam Thompson's Sub/urban Legends (Paper Swans Press)