I’m looking for my bowl of roseleaves stained by Development. Static. Run your fingers through lighter petals as they unhinge...

The reach of sun, attempt to Sleep deter In this golden, shadow’d basilica. Mother and me—for once we stay quiet,...

Let this be home the house we forever had A box of lights, a jar of nails Cat’s bones and...

where do my memories go When I forget them?   Are they sucked up into my mouth And to they...

The memory elephant ambles back to its feeding grounds. Through the fig trees, it rambles, through clearings hung with facts...

the old Victorian house at the end of the street makes me think about you: its wooden beams creak and...

With it being 20 years since Charles Causley passed away, this month we are focusing on the theme of commemoration....

With it being 20 years since Charles Causley passed away, it seemed appropriate to explore how memory is referenced through...

Attention writers!  We are back this summer celebrating literature! We are heading into this month with a call out for...

I came to the end of my Arvon course at the beginning of the month, which has been excellent and...

‘Night Sky’ is written by Evie Manolchev, an aspiring poet from Cornwall. The crescent moon standing tall and proud, The...

Living in Cornwall for most of his life, Charles Causley called the town of Launceston home.  A sense of place...