Winter Tales: Saturday 2nd December at 2pm at @BingleyTheatre Bingley Writers will be reading their winter inspired creative writing including poetry, ghost stories, and Xmas cheer. Free entry. Links to book will be available soon. Please share and spread the…
“Happiness is meant to be shared” to quote a guy on a documentary about taking on the pilgrimage to the Camino de Santiago… …does happiness have to be shared? Is it not enough to have that warm feeling inside of…
Tomorrow is National Bookshop Day in the UK! So I am going to use this opportunity to promote both Book Dragon shop and two of my books available at The Book Dragon shop and from their website that ships internationally …
IT`S BACK!!! The open mic makes a welcome return. Halloween headliner is the gorgeous, Laura Strickland All welcome. Poets, storytellers and all creatives welcome. What`s in store? Free supper Free cakes The world famous Gin Raffle Brilliant performances from a…
Really looking forward to being a part of this: Bradford has a wealth of writers in every genre, who either self-publish their work or are published by small Indie presses. There will be writers of fiction, non-fiction and poetry for…
Final day selfie… Well today is our last day of walking to Finisterre. Rain has dried up and we are promised a fine morning before rains return this afternoon. 2 kilometres to go… Well we have arrived. What’s more the…
Pizza last night for a change and an interesting little diversion to visit a secret pool and be entertained by a red squirrel… Brilliant morning walk, now only 3km from Cee and 21km from Finisterre The parting of the ways……
Early start to queue for breakfast……We decided to head out for an early start and have breakfast at the halfway point of our route to Finisterre! Early bovine (bovina) greetings.. Heading down to Lago…… Just stopped for coffee and breakfast…
By the River Tambre on the start of our second day.. Touch of rain in the air… Rain covers in place! Spits and spots, but the promised deluge hasn‘t arrived… as yet! Quite a climb for the first 9 kilometres,…
Arrived in Santiago, yesterday temperature 25. However, thunderstorms expected today. We freshened up with showers before John and I took Simon to see some of the highlights of this beautiful Galician city. The walking starts as we journey to Finisterre..…
Had a great time at Saltaire Festival open gardens yesterday plucking poems from the Poet Tree. Thanks so much to everyone who contributed, everyone who picked one of mine of any of the poems available. – The fabulous pop up…
Latest book figures show 170 copies of Show me the Way to Santiago sold, with £940 raised for the MNDA and 130 copies of A Very Alternative Coast to Coast sold, with £400 raised for the Disasters Emergency Committee to…
I’m off to Santiago on Friday to complete the final leg of my journey from the South to the North through Spain. Just a short 77K walk to Finisterre, with two good friends for company. I will be taking my…
#poetrylovers #writerscommunity Rhubarb Poetry Tree! Open Gardens trail at 33 Albert Road this Saturday - 3 of my poems will be there plus a chance to purchase my books!
Event by Rhubarb at The Triangle, Rhubarb #62 Charlotte Eichler + open mic Wednesday 30 August 2023 – 7pm for 7.30 start Pay-as-you-feel Delighted to welcome Charlotte Eichler as our next guest reader. I will also be taking part in…
Bradford Libraries will soon be stocking 4 copies of my book A Very Alternative Coast to Coast in support of local authors! #Supportlocal
You have 1 WEEK to help make a Poet Tree for Saltaire Festival! @SaltaireFest Send up to 3 poems inspired by nature or our local area to rhubarbspokenword@gmail.com by 31 August. Selected poems will feature at a festival pop…
Lost for words
I’m in the garden,
looking at a plant,
Only yesterday
I could tell you its name,
stubbornly refusing to come
clean,
teasing my brain.
Not deterred by the weather. A wonderful Gingerlicious evening of poetry in the comfort of the indoors! The Poet’s Pasture
I’ve been watching a video on dancing the Flamenco,tidied out my drawers and refolded all my pants,been and had a cocktail down at the Fuzzy Flamingo,counted every single one of a line of tiny ants. I’ve placed all my penny…