Lordy, it's cold. Even here in central London we've had a few flakes of snow - admittedly disappearing before they touch the ground. Pretty much the same as my poetry intentions. I have a pile of drafts to look at but so far have failed to get down to any serious work. I did do my Poetry Business Writing School homework on Robert Browning and a Louise Gluck poem and went to the last session of the year up in Sheffield.
Good news for me just now is that I've had a couple of poems accepted for the spring issue of the excellent Under the Radar magazine and a lovely invitation to read at next year's Ledbury Festival. I've just received my copy of Grey Hen Press's latest anthology, Songs for the Unsung and am delighted to have a poem in such good company. And in the wider world, three cheers for the Poetry Business, who have won the 2017 Michael Marks Poetry Pamphlets Publishers Award, for Jacqueline Saphra and Roddy Lumsden on the T.S. Eliot Prose shortlist - very different poets - and for Kim Moore who has won the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize for her immensely moving debut collection The Art of Falling.
Happy Christmas everyone. I'll be up in Nottingham, cooking Christmas dinner for 14 - oldest knocking 90 and youngest just 6, plus two puppies and possibly some kittens.
Sophie Herxheimer's Velkom to Inklandt (Shortbooks); Kim Addonizio's Wild Nights (Bloodaxe) and Andrew Motion's biography of John Keats.