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Poem for December
Outside Glasgow City Chambers Georges Square, campaigning as part of Friends of The Peoples Palace and Winter Gardens. 6th July 2019. Elspeth was our hard working Chair. Photo Credit ©️M. Laird
Words of the Wild nature writing competition
The Scottish Wildlife Trust, in association with the Scottish International Storytelling Festival, has announced the return of the successful Words of the Wild nature writing competition. Featured image by Jean Philippe Delberghe…
Poem of the month
The March Burn Whan Ah'd sat thur lang eneuch, trauchlt tae ma feet, dichtit awa the stour and blawn leaves, the draibles and moose-keech Ah wis hauf-smoorit in; efter Ah'd shauchlt roon…
The limitless potential of libraries
From the Caught By the River Shadows & Reflections series: Christina Riley, 10th January 2025 As she looks back on the year her Nature Library found a permanent home, Christina Riley celebrates…
Poem for July
from The Deer Path To My Door here doing what I do best weeding reading drinking * tax bills deadlines work undone I plan a seat round the sycamore * time spent…
Poem for June
Discovery I believe in the great discovery. I believe in the man who will make the discovery. I believe in the fear of the man who will make the discovery. I believe…
Poem for May
Impossible Friendships For example, with someone who no longer is, who exists only in yellowed letters. Or long walks beside a stream, whose depths hold hidden porcelain cups - and the talks…
2024 McLellan Poetry Competitions open for entries
The McLellan Poetry Prize is awarded by the Arran Theatre and Arts Trust as part of the annual McLellan Arts Festival. Now in its eighteenth year, past judges have included Kathleen Jamie,…
Paperboats
A new collective of writers shares here their campaign. Read on to find out how you can get involved: Welcome aboard paperboats. We are a collective of writers focussed on nature and…
The IT Factor
The Sound Of It The rain stopped you never hear it stop then the dripping from the trees and then how could anyone hear it not falling not arriving and then not…
Poem for September
I Am Tired I am tired, that is clear, Because, at a certain stage, people have to be tired. Of what I am tired, I don't know: It would not serve me…
Words at Hillcrest
Words at Hillcrest: A cosy afternoon of storytelling, discussion and a chance for writers* to connect We invite you to join us as we celebrate contemporary writing with conversation and readings. Exploring…