Yesterday, I received the latest issue of Salopeot, which was a great treat and not only because it has one of my poems in it.  The magazine is packed with more than 60 poems, so I'll be able to spend today reading some thought-provoking and beautiful work.  Isn't that what Sundays are for–taking time to think about what really matters?
I'm not going to review any particular poems, and some people might query why, as I review films in this blog which they might consider have less to do with writing.  The fact is, I'd have to leave some poems out that are as deserving of a mention as any of the others. A film can have a whole blog post to itself, and as for being about writing–films tend to start with a script, and scripts are written.  They involve story, plot, characters, dialogue and all the other things you need for a good story or novel.  It's only the format that's different.  Perhaps that's why so many of the most successful films have been adaptations of novels. Look at what is in cinemas at the moment if you want proof.  Watching films to see what works and what doesn't is a justifiable way to improve your writing skills–and it's another good way to spend a Sunday, which brings me back to the beginning.
If you have a hankering for poetry today, you'll find some simply beautiful, beautifully simple poems at