I caught up with Poet in Residence Rachel Piercey for an informal chat about all things poetry. Rachel has been staying...

Studying English at undergraduate degree level has given me the opportunity to read a wide range of books: particularly those...

March always seems a rather long month, almost five weeks. They have been busy weeks for me. I have been...

‘By St Thomas Water’ is one of my favourite Charles Causley poems – the first he wrote with children in...

Howdy! My name’s Caroline Bond and I am going to be writing for The Maker in the next couple of...

In celebration of world storytelling day (20th March), we have decided to help you novelist-newbies out by publishing an easy...

Do you write in Nature? With Spring in the air, this is a lovely challenge to get creative with your...

In my Musings last month I talked about attending the Charles Causley Trust’s Winter Warmer Poetry Retreat. The Trust plans...

I have no precedent for the feeling of walking through the door of Cyprus Well. To feel that you (partly)...

The blotchy neck belongs to Father O’xxxxx.  I slip the amice over his snow raked pate.  Through the vestry windows ...

In the milk-eye of a dying ewe, unfathomable sky. Crouched in mudshit straw you cradle her neck while the young...

I remember staring at a painting above   My crib: two swans on green water.  But, to me  Shifting forms only. ...