Friends, I am reading at the Shore Poets, Edinburgh on the 23rd at Waverley Bar. 6.00 PM door open.
On the 27th for Still Point, KIng's College litmag - this is at The Ship, 134 New Cavendish Street (near Euston), 7:30pm.
@medhawrites.bsky.social
Poet, editor and translator. Edinburgh. SciencesPo, UoE / TEDx / New Writer Awardee ‘23 (Scottish Book Trust) / Ed-at-large, Pen and Anvil Press, MA / Afterbody, Blue Diode Press, Edinburgh: tinyurl.com/afterbodybluediode
Friends, I am reading at the Shore Poets, Edinburgh on the 23rd at Waverley Bar. 6.00 PM door open.
On the 27th for Still Point, KIng's College litmag - this is at The Ship, 134 New Cavendish Street (near Euston), 7:30pm.
For Socrates on the Beach @greggerkesocrates.bsky.social
a review of Medha Singh's @medhawrites.bsky.social's new poetry collection, Afterbody, published by Blue Diode Press.
socratesonthebeach.com/christina-tu...
Always awed by @dreamsofbeing.bsky.social's prose, and looking forward to this book by @medhawrites.bsky.social. Thoroughly enjoyed her previous work, Ecdysis.
socratesonthebeach.com/christina-tu...
Processional at the Winter Solstice by Gerry Cambridge He has gone down into darkness at the wrecked end of the year And is lying, gaberlunzie, in the needled nest of frost. The arctic thrushes call for him although he cannot hear, And the worm too understands him in the chilled grip of its dark, And the ptarmigan in blizzards where no thought is worth a crumb, And treecreepers in shivering puffs in Wellingtonias’ bark. Shop windows glint in city lights like ice and sky, but still No tinsel gifts can touch him, freed to silence like a stone’s; His face is white as paper’s white in miles-high midnight chill. He lies as plain as frost-dust where those starving thrushes call, And his lime and ray-struck armoury could hardly be less small On the anvil of beginnings in the sun’s gate on the wall.
He has gone down into darkness at the wrecked end of the year
And is lying, gaberlunzie, in the needled nest of frost…
—Gerry Cambridge, “Processional at the Winter Solstice”
Published in Notes for Lighting a Fire (HappenStance Press 2012)
www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/process...
A solitude of sea.
21.08.2025 13:05 — 👍 14 🔁 3 💬 1 📌 0
“in the wide swathes of time,
everything will wash over us”
Afterbody, Medha Singh @medhawrites.bsky.social Blue Diode Press
I'm reading at Typewronger Books, Edinburgh for the Edinburgh Fringe/Book Fringe. An evening of wine, poetry, friendships. This is going to be great. See you!
16.08.2025 14:09 — 👍 4 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0I'm thrilled to say that Afterbody was launched to a full house at the Scottish Poetry Library! Afterbody saw all come together: you could throw a stone into this audience and it would land on a poet. Thanks to Rob Mackenzie, an important literary citizen in our little world of Scottish poetry.
10.08.2025 12:11 — 👍 3 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
Blue Diode Poetry Launches
26 June @byleaveswelive.bsky.social, Edinburgh – free & all welcome
Blue Diode Publications presents poets James Appleby, Sophie Cooke, David Kinloch & @medhawrites.bsky.social launching their new collections
www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/blue-diode...
Available for pre-order here: www.poetrybooks.co.uk/products/aft...
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"The sequence is gorgeous, poignant, beautifully evocative and strange, masterfully subtle, yet poetically exhilarating… Afterbody will properly announce Singh as one of the most notable emerging #poets in #Scotland.” —Alan Gillis
Do come for the launch of Afterbody (Blue Diode Press). 26th, SPL.
A picture of A Letter From The Mountain & Other Poems on top of a mountain dulcimer in an open case. Around it are a small flower painting, a copy of Rimbaud’s Poésies, some dried roses, and a little wooden owl, who knows more than he lets on.
A Letter From The Mountain comes out one month from today!! I’m so excited to share this one with you all—preorders are open at 🔗 in 🧵:) ⛰️
to count down to the release, I’ll share a “mountain poem” each day—something in the book’s cosmos it couldn’t have been written without.
A brilliant issue of Almost Island, one of my favourite publications of poetry and prose: www.almostisland.com
15.06.2025 14:00 — 👍 3 🔁 1 💬 0 📌 0
Friends! I am thrilled: the book jacket is here, complete with blurbs. We'd be having a launch at the SPL end of June with David Kinloch, Sophie Cooke, James Appleby + myself who have wonderful pamphlets out with Blue Diode Press, Edinburgh. 26th, 7PM. See you!
#Poetry #Scotland #ScottishPoetry
Mood / RIP, Monica.
06.06.2025 07:36 — 👍 5 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0
“…like coming across fragments of a Psalter or song-book of North-eastern folk ditties… all clasped within the ragged covers of a rumbustious, medieval recipe book for everything”
—David Kinloch on the poetry of Alexander Hutchison
www.davidkinloch.co.uk/journal/the-...
Zoila Conan, photographed by William Mortensen, 1928
01.06.2025 10:04 — 👍 6 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Marie Howe
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'Crowds Over London Bridge' (2024) by Clive McCartney
cattogallery.co.uk/artists/clive-mccartney/
McLELLAN POETRY COMPETITION
Poems in English or Scots
£1000 prizes for English poem and Scots poem
Closing Date: 15 June 2025
Judge: Jim Carruth
Prize-winners will be invited to read at the award ceremony on Isle of Arran on Fri 29 Aug 2025
Details:
www.arrantheatreandarts.co.uk/poetry-compe...
This week our Meet the Author video is by David Morley, writer of Passion, which is published this month! 🐦⬛
Click below to hear David talk about mist nets, capturing life in poetry and some of the poems' origins.
youtu.be/5Y2BRnwNiXA
Consolation for Tamar by Alicia E. Stallings on the occasion of her breaking an ancient pot You know I am no archeologist, Tamar, And that to me it is all one dust or another. Still, it must mean something to survive the weather Of the Ages—earthquake, flood, and war— Only to shatter in your very hands. Perhaps it was gravity, or maybe fated— Although I wonder if it had not waited Those years in drawers, aeons in distant lands, And in your fingers’ music, just a little Was emboldened by your blood, and so forgot That it was not a rosebud, but a pot, And, trying to unfold for you, was brittle
i thought maybe i could share some of my favourite poetry here. this is consolation for tamar, by alicia e stallings
08.10.2024 19:58 — 👍 11 🔁 5 💬 1 📌 1'Seven Brussels Sprouts.' (1955) Delicately painted with meticulous detail, Eliot Hodgkin captures the crisp waxy green beauty of a vegetable that in the year this work was painted was too often boiled to oblivion.
'Seven Brussels Sprouts.' (1955)
Delicately painted with meticulous detail, Eliot Hodgkin captures the crisp waxy green beauty of a vegetable that in the year this work was painted was too often boiled to oblivion.
We’re not all doomed to repeat our parents’ mistakes, or destined to inherit their successes. In the Wonder Reader, @isabelfattal.bsky.social offers a guide to taking useful lessons without losing your own way: https://theatln.tc/MghNhGtj
20.05.2025 11:15 — 👍 38 🔁 3 💬 1 📌 0I'll repost to save for myself as I do not know anyone save two.
20.05.2025 11:15 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0Thirty one!
20.05.2025 11:14 — 👍 1 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0I'll tell you what -- that is wildly impressive, many who are your age and older and could not boast the same.
20.05.2025 11:14 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0You're ruthless with yourself. I'd imagined it was a lot more (please count ones you did not finish and then tell me).
20.05.2025 11:13 — 👍 0 🔁 0 💬 0 📌 0That's an impressive score considering. You're allowed to count the books you've read almost halfway through as well. I'm guessing that will jack it up.
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