Worst/Best/To The Moon

For the academically-attuned, there is more than one start to the year, and perhaps that which begins sometimes between early September and early October is the more poignant, and evocative. So instead of reflecting on my year in January – which I didn’t feel able to do this year – I’m doing it now. I’veContinue reading “Worst/Best/To The Moon”

Shunting in reverse through the steps of a dance/nobody else can join in with.

This week I got the news that a poem of mine, ‘Begin’, was chosen as one of the runners-up for this year’s Fish Poetry Prize, judged by Nick Laird. This is what he says about it – Begin by Polly Atkin The poem had impressive, confident turns, and I admired the way its syntax brokeContinue reading “Shunting in reverse through the steps of a dance/nobody else can join in with.”