I realised some time in 2016 that time spent blogging was time unspent on more meaningful writing. And as my work over the last eighteen months has been pretty sporadic and uneven, I probably needed to spend more time on “real” writing and rather less on the e-displacement activities.

This year I intend to make something of the poetry, and perhaps prose, I’ve been working on in bits and pieces since 2014. I’ve the basis of my second collection and, separately, three pamphlets, too – one “Point me at the stars” is complete and recently won “Highly Commended” in the Indigo Dreams competition, but wasn’t selected for publication, unfortunately. The other two need some further work before being released onto the unsuspecting world, but I don’t think they require a massive amount of effort, so I expect it won’t be too long before I have at least three collections being touted round.

Which is a little unfortunate, as something like 80% of the small presses I know of are not accepting submissions at the moment. My co-author at Antiphon, Rosemary, has gone to the USA to find a good press able to produce her book relatively quickly (it will be published very soon now, possibly this month – see here. But I’d much rather find a press in the UK. Which means a fair bit of research, and then the usual sequence of submission, long waits with crossed fingers, and potential rejection. Why do we do it?


Well, the launch of Millstone Grit was fun, very well attended, enjoyed by everyone, it seems, and sold a fair number of books.

What’s next?

Next, we’re planning a series of readings to promote the book and, of course, to sell it. If we manage to sell enough, that should enable us to fund the next project, which may well be another collection of some kind.

If you’re interested in buying a copy, you can find it on the Antiphon site here

Or, if you prefer, Amazon

Here’s the invite for the Launch. All welcome. Circulate as widely as you like:


We asked Karen Sherwood of Sheffield’s excellent Cupola Gallery, to judge the entries for the Millstone Grit poetry-into-art competition, and she’s now made her decision. In the end, we’re exhibiting 12 images in Bank Street next week (starting Weds 12th and finishing on the 22nd) and we’ve awarded two third prizes, because Karen couldn’t separate them. Pictures and poems will be on display, and visitors can engage in the interesting exercise of trying to decide what aspect of which poems sparked which particular images.

And we’re on the downhill slope (i.e. approaching panic!) about the book launch. Our itchy fingers want to be pressing the book into people’s hands, but we’re holding ourselves back till the official launch on, since you ask, Weds 19th Oct at Sheffield Institute of Arts, Old Post Office, Fitzalan Square, Sheffield, 7.30 till 9.00ish, all welcome. Reading from the book by around 15 poets (still to be confirmed). A free event, but we’d like you to buy the book, of course and with luck there’ll be enough wine to go round.

(Here’s the post I’ve just made on the Millstone Grit blog).

We now have the Millstone Grit book in our hot little hands, and we’re very pleased with it. It is, of course, the first book and the first print work from the Antiphon press, which is exciting enough (to us!) in itself. But it’s actually a rather attractive book, both in look and content, so we’re rather proud of ourselves.


Meanwhile, we’ve be working on the images submitted for the exhibition to be held before the launch in October. There have certainly been some interesting and unusual responses to the poems, and picking around a dozen that Rosemary, Carolyn and myself agree will make an exhibition which reflects the range of the book, as well as being visually exciting in their own right, has not been that easy. We’re close to a decision, but then will be passing our preferences to Karen Sherwood, who runs the highly reputed Cupola Gallery in Sheffield to judge our three prizewinners.


Together with Rosemary Badcoe and Carolyn Waudby, and under the aegis of Antiphon, I’ve been working on Millstone Grit, an anthology of poems from poets at Sheffield Hallam University: students, staff and alumni. It’s taken some effort, but I think we’ve achieved a really good collection, sampling work produced by our fellow poets (and us, of course – we weren’t going to miss the opportunity to publish some of our own work).

Now the book is almost ready to print, we’ve shifted attention to the Millstone Grit art competition and exhibition. We’re inviting artists to respond to poems in the anthology with a digital image. The best will be exhibited at Bank Street Arts in October, to coincide with the launch of the anthology: and the three very best will each receive a small cash prize.

If you’re an artist, or know artists who might be interested, check out the details at millstonegritblog.wordpress.com


Burbage Edge


I’ve noticed that many blog posts begin with apologies for not posting for a while. This raises the question of who(m) a blogger thinks their communicating with. For most, I guess, it’s an imaginary audience, plus the blogger themselves, the blog acting as a sort of journal-cum-rumination-cum-selfrationalisation-cum-defence against dementia-cum-confessional-cum-hobby. So why the apology?

I’ve now retired as an academic. That doesn’t preclude the possibility of someone asking me to do something trading on my 40 years of research and teaching (no-one who’s close to me believes I’d turn down such a task if offered it) but I doubt I’ll ever enter another classroom nor publish another paper. We’ll see.

But one thing that does excite me – and always has, I guess – is being in a one-to-one tutoring situation with a keen learner. I’ve always responded well to those who are keen to learn (they can be quite rare!) especially as my own life has essentially been one long student-hood. Typically this happens is a tutorial or mentoring situation (the two are different, but might feel the same to the mentee, I suppose). Anyone actively seeking a mentor necessarily has a desire to learn, to improve, to develop in a way they’re not themselves quite able to perceive.

I’ve been a little surprised to find I’m quite good at this, and especially good at it with other writers. In the university context, I’ve helped colleagues develop professionally and achieve promotion (sometimes to my personal regret, as I’ve lost good staff and colleagues that way.) With writers, I’ve helped, I believe, five poets get published, and other writers have said things like “yours is the best feedback I’ve ever had” (from a published writer who had also achieved an MA Writing) even if my notes or conversation has not directly affected their chances of success. Similar things have come from working with prose writers – though my credentials here are less solid than in poetry, of course.

Several people have suggested I should set myself up as a professional mentor for writers. Certainly I’ve relevant experience, expertise and reasonable credentials and I haven’t yet spent time with a writer who hasn’t felt it’s been worthwhile for them (too many negatives in that sentence, but I guess it’s clear enough). I’ve excellent critical abilities (on everyone’s work except my own, it seems), decent teaching/support skills, reasonable communication and interpersonal skills (though I know some in my family who’d disagree with that!), lots of publications of different kinds, editorial and review experience – and so on.

But, if I did set myself up professionally, it’d probably feel exploitative. If a writer wants a mentor, then they believe they can be more successful, or more capable, than they currently are. But I’m a very minor poet and my own successes are pretty small (there are lots of them, but that’s not the same thing – that could be a measure of persistence as much as talent). Given my own level of achievement, isn’t there an implication that I could only help people achieve what I’ve managed – and no more (else why don’t I do it?) And those who need mentoring are, pretty much by definition, hopeful but less experienced, capable up to a point, but perhaps not capable enough, so wouldn’t I merely be helping them to be mediocre?

I’ve taught community writing workshops, for example, where the key desires of everyone sitting round the table are (a) to be told their work is wonderful (b) to get the approval of someone they trust/admire/believe in and (c) to be published. Not necessarily in that order. A mentor, then, for many writers could merely be gratifying those desires, without actually developing the writer in any real sense – and perhaps even, in extremis, fostering writerly ambitions in someone who has little hope of real development or success.

It’d be a risk, then, both for the mentee and the mentor. My question is: are there ways to protect against this, for both parties?

One idea I had was to suggest to one writer that I’d take no fee, merely a percentage of any royalty. She wouldn’t have that and, in fact, paid me a fee well in excess of what I felt I deserved (although, to be fair, I had provided a detailed critique of each of about 80 poems) and probably more than she’ll earn in royalties for the book that resulted. This puts all the financial risk on the mentor, but not the emotional or psychological risk.

Another might be to have an initial low-key, low cost exploratory period. I’m a strong believer in the notion that the mentee must choose a mentor who suits them – it’s a bit like counselling, in some ways, which can be “objective” and “non-directive” at one extreme, but is often most useful when there’s a decent personal relationship established at some level between the two parties. This means, therefore, that the mentee has to be given a decent chance to figure out if the mentor is a decent bet.

Another is that the mentor should insist on only working with people whose work she or he sees potential in. I have been in the position of mentoring someone whose work, in my view, really was never going to reach the quality they wanted to reach. I think I could put my finger on why, but I wasn’t able to figure out how to remedy it (if you like, you could call it a fundamental lack of key talents – but can they not be acquired?) I was able to help this person publish a little, where they’d not previously succeeded, so they’d moved some steps up the ladder they wanted to reach the top of, but I felt I would be misleading them if I suggested they’d actually be able to achieve their key ambitions.

Yet, if you tell someone that (and no matter how careful or provisional you are in saying it) there can be only two possible outcomes. Perhaps they believe you, and so their ambitions are wrecked. If I ever truly believed that I wasn’t ever going to succeed as a writer (I say such negative things as temporary self-doubt, but usually get through it) I’d be almost as heart-broken as if I’d lost the love of my life. Truly.

Or perhaps they don’t believe you. In which case, they’re either deluded, doomed to a career of failure, misery and rejection; or you are, in which case, what price your vaunted critical talents now? (And, either way, the relationship between mentor and mentee is irrevocably broken).

I think there’ll be more on this topic in a later post. But your guess is as good as mine about when that might be…