Conversation on-line with writer Sarah Hymas

I have been having a really fruitful conversation about my work with poet Sarah Hymas this week, shortly to appear on her blog. http://sarahhymas.blogspot.com/

It has made me think about the roots of my own writing, and be able to articulate more clearly what I am trying to say in poetry, particularly around the idea of writing about the environment.

She has asked me about my first pamphlet collection - Slug Language.

If you would like to read some reviews of this collection, here is a sample:

A Sample of Feedback from Poets and Readers of ‘Slug Language’ 

 

 

‘We also enjoyed reading Slug Language - we both spent a happy hour on
Saturday morning reading it.  It really is excellent, Anne, you’re an extremely talented writer, teacher, performer …’

 

Kaye Tew  MMU

 

‘Congratulations.  You’ve got a book of treasures in print.  Such wonderful words coming from Slug Language – some making me goose-pimply – slime also very much appreciated!’

 

Susan Heyhurst

 

‘I’m so enjoying ‘Slug Language’ I think it’s a very strong pamphlet.  I particularly liked

‘Touched’…Lovely’

 

Alicia Stubbersfield

 

‘What a stunning reading and luscious book!’

 

Mandy Coe

 

‘Love the chapbook. It is beautiful.  Enjoy it’

 

Amanda Dalton

 

‘A strong collection. Takes your work to a new level’

Sarah Corbett

 

‘Just read your book cover to cover and think it’s genuinely beautiful.  I haven’t read poetry I enjoyed so much in years.’ 

 

Beverley Ward

 

‘I love your poetry – sensuous, delicate, delicious’

 

Cheryl Moskowitz.

 

‘I very much enjoyed ‘Slug Language’. I have a terrible habit of turning down the corners of pages so that I can easily find my favourite poems again and your lovely pamphlet is sadly defaced.  My favourite poems were Feral; My Mother’s House Falls into the River, Kist, Longing is Opened by the Wind and Mid Summer II.  So glad Nell decided to publish this excellent collection.’

 

Maggie Butt.

 

 

‘I’ve read your pamphlet – and I really like it, especially the poems about your son (the reference to chisels and light bulbs was familiar/chilling!).’

 

Jonathan Davidson