Richard Chadburn

@richchad.bsky.social

Because we're going to Shetland together I give her Storm Pegs. Because she asked about Jen Hadfield I show her Nigh-No-Place. Then read it myself. Eighteen years! Forgotten Canadian poems a bonus. The Shetland poems still so alive. Her remembered voice scoops them off the page. It's a joy!

Covers of two Jen Hadfield books, Nigh-No-Place and Storm Pegs

He was younger than the atom bomb. All his life he experimented with hard-boiled eggs. He won't be home this evening, so don't worry; don't hurry to report him missing Brian Patten was young. That was the whole point. As you can tell, i'm a little bit cross

Black and white picture of Brian patten as a young man

'The Labour MP Helena Dollimore said it would be a “great shame” if 1066 country – the area named after the battle – was locked out of “this national moment”.' The MP for Hastings and Rye thinks that the greatest defeat in English history was a "national moment" Macron knows what he is doing!

I buy small press poetry books a lot. I always order and buy through my local shop, The Watermill in Aberfeldy, when I can even though most presses encourage me to buy direct. I assume what I do is better for press and poet - moving books through distributers - but am I wrong?

Polly Atkin@pollyrowena.bsky.social · last yr.

As a poet I used to be so frustrated by the limited range of poetry in most bookshops. Now I see how the odds are stacked against booksellers ever hearing about poetry publications let alone being able to stock them without making a loss. Writers don't see their books in shops & don't know why.

My last two years at school we had the Beano Album and A Hard Road and then along came Are You experienced. But it’s not Clapton, Green or Hendrix that turn me blue as I listen by chance to the Bluesbreakers playing All Your Love. It's this man and I know exactly what I’m missing.

Picture of John Mayall at his organ in full song

Nothing prepared me for the last 5 poems in Audrey Molloy’s ‘The Important Things’. If you havn't already, please read it; be drawn in by the straightforward honest unravelling of her life’s tapestry which is a joy, sometimes wonderfully risque, always relatable. And then? Reader I wept.

Cover of Audrey Molloy's The Important Things