I can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem, most probably it was during creative writing at school. And I have to hold my hand up and admit that, rather like modern art, I don’t ‘get’ a lot of poetry unless it’s absolutely obvious what the message is.
Andy Cash was the winner of the Hysteria 2020 poetry competition with his poem The Poets Meeting published in the Hysteria 7 anthology. Andy writes about love, hope, human insecurities, death, our needs, mental illness and weaknesses, strengths, deep desires to be part of a fellow brethren and the lusts of life in an everyday…
Encircled, engrossed, of human mixology Debated, a lifetime of stripped back sociology Crossways to pathways, in beating humour Sadness outpoured, sketches of other lives
I’ve been thinking about sonnets this month and trying to write some myself. They’re not too difficult, in theory, as you have a defined rhyme scheme and a metrical pattern to follow.
Spring next year will see the return of the Hysteria Writing Competition, and I already have the Poet in Resident in place. Eithne Cullen, has been both entrant and judge in previous years and to celebrate the return of the competition she created a nicely rounded, simple explanation of the writing process for both writer…
Yes. Back then, I was child of a garden and pavement end. When homestead old was forest and fire, and high were the gold robes of fields which rose to my run, some say I tore up the moors. On that cold morning and grey,
This week, I’d like to introduce Debbie McLeod, a hypnotherapist, spiritual coach, counsellor, teacher of authentic empowerment and spiritual development; who has also written the book Best Friends Forever.
The third category for the Sixth International Hysteria Writing Competition is poetry. That means a poem with the very loose theme “things of interest to women.” Oh, and a maximum of twenty lines, not including spaces. Our writer in residence Alex Reece Abbott has asked some award-winning poets and judges from around the world to share…
If I could, I’d travel backwards in time to an 1816 bustling seaport. I’d wear jelly shoes and a long t-shirt donning me in a cartoon bikini
Hi everyone, this week I’d like to introduce Dane Cobain, the author of several books including Eyes like lighthouses when the boats come home. It’s Dane’s first book of poetry, distilled from the sweat of a thousand memorised performances in this reality and others. It’s not for the faint-hearted.