Category Poems

Reading Allowed

After an Easter break, Tricycle Readers is back in the Paintbox Space at the Tricycle Theatre on the evening of Monday April 20. If you are inclined to join us, please do – we have work from Graham Swift and Stevie Smith. Later this term we are lucky to be hosting Zadie Smith who’ll be […]

The Best Laid Plans…

This morning my plan was to curl up on the sofa, shamelessly privileging indolence over activity on a splendid spring Saturday, and watch back-episodes of the long dead Keifer Sutherland series, 24. This was scuppered when the dishwasher man, who had not responded to a single texted call for help across the week, suddenly rang […]

Lights Fantastic

Light matters. This is the first discovery on moving our Tricycle Readers meetings to evenings. It’s easy to follow a story on the page when a room is flooded with natural light, but electric lights cast shadows and create dark patches. Having struggled a  little with Kazoo Ishiguro last Monday, this week I set our […]

Story Times

Our household was alive with the sound of viruses over the seasonal break: grunting, coughing, hawking, hurrumphing, sighing, spluttering, mewling, puking… The medicine cabinet was refilled every 48 hours. Then there was the daughter who spent six days in hospital after an elbow piercing turned septic, but that’s a story in itself. What is it […]

Textual Peeling

It’s past midnight and I’m printing off texts for this morning’s Tricycle Readers group – the last of the term. Each week I’ve expected the task of finding a story of the right length and quality for a 90 minute session to get easier, but it continues to be a challenge: a short story can […]

Processing Data

During a telephone interview for a writing job this week, I was asked if data was singular or plural. ‘Plural’ I gulped with fingers crossed, ‘Though people use it as both.’ After the call I went dashing to Wiktionary and was relieved to have data confirmed as a plural noun (singular, datum). I was grateful […]

Causley for Thought

Last week, posting Derek Walcott’s The Schooner Flight on our blog, I linked to an audio of him reading aloud. Hearing a poet’s voice – the tone, the pace, the intonation, the inflection – can enrich appreciation of their work.  At other times it’s disastrous. Each year the Today Programme on Radio 4 invites finalists for […]