My favourite poetry books

It’s often been said that in order to write, you first have to read – to consume the work of others, discover the type of writing you enjoy and develop your own distinctive style. For this reason, I collect poetry books; from petite pamphlets to heavy hardbacks, by poets past and present, I love them all and return to them again and again.

Poetry in advertising: 7 companies that do it well (and one that doesn’t)

I’ve noticed that an increasing number of companies are using poetry to cut through the noise of TV advertising and capture viewers’ attention. It’s a smart move because one of the purposes of advertising is to make the target audience remember the product or service, and what could be more memorable than using a powerful spoken word piece instead of predictable promotional speak?

A poetymology of travel

I love travelling; what’s not to love about visiting different places, seeing the sights and experiencing new things? I can’t understand why some people choose to visit the same place year after year and spend most of their time on a sun lounger when there are so many other places in the world to explore. For me, travelling is about so much more than just getting some sun – it’s a way to immerse yourself in other cultures and broaden your mind.

Why start a blog?

People think that bloggers simply sit in coffee shops, tap away on their laptops and wait for the opportunities to come rolling in, but the reality is that blogging is much harder work than most people realise. It takes strategy, planning and a lot of time to create and maintain a successful blog, and relatively few bloggers make a living from it – so why start a blog? 

A poetymology of money

Money may be a contentious subject to talk about, which is why it’s taken me days to write this post, but it’s a fundamental part of life. Although the amount of money we have influences our social status and determines how much control we have over our circumstances, I still believe in the old adage that money can’t buy happiness…

Manchester: a poetic tribute

Last week was the first anniversary of the Manchester Arena bombing, and I’ve been thinking a lot about the poetry which was shared in the aftermath of the attack and came to embody Manchester’s resilience and community spirit. What these poems all have in common is Mancunian pride – something which I feel deeply even though I’ve only lived in Manchester for a few years.

A poetymology of time

As a child, my time was mostly structured according to whether I was at school (where bells would ring to announce lesson time, break time, lunch time and home time) or at home (where my mum would coordinate my extra-curricular activities, meal time, bath time and homework). Now that I’m a) a grown-up and b) a freelance writer, I decide to how to structure my time – which can be both a blessing and a curse…