I began writing this quarterly column looking for reasons to stay ‘hopeful’, whatever that means. I used to know. Or else, I thought I did: something like... Continue reading
Daffodils by Fran Lock and what of them? hardy stragglersbetween wastelands, waste laneswith the weather wetly trepanning the factories. by junctions of squathope, the stooping of resolute... Continue reading
Fran Lock introduces her quarterly poetry column Amidst rolling news coverage of the Titan sub disaster, I scrapped the first draft of this quarter’s column, and began... Continue reading
Introduction by Fran Lock This story both is and isn’t about Birkbeck. On the one hand, it is absolutely particular to an iconic institution that recently celebrated... Continue reading
Fran Lock unleashes her annual round-up of outstanding poetry collections; image above by Imtiaz Dharker So here it is, “merry” Christmas? Or not. Not a lot to... Continue reading
As odd as it might sound – given the present state of the world – this article is all about joy. Before anyone starts to wonder who... Continue reading
rue by Fran Lock, with image above by kennardphillips after the acrostic Floral Tribute, by Simon Armitage heave, between the balms and banes, the hoods, the wryts, the... Continue reading
the limits of (my) sympathy by Fran Lock, with image above by kennardphillips exhorted to remember her humanity, as if humanity itself were some vaguely miraculous quality,... Continue reading
As I started planning this column the temperature outside was 35 °C, and the surrounding fields like tinder. I had been in Cambridgeshire less than a week.... Continue reading