THIS IS HOW is MJ Hyland’s third novel and continues her acute analysis of adolescent—in this case late adolescent— disaffection. Family dysfunction is less prominent than in her earlier novels;… Read More »Barry Wood's review of M J Hyland's THIS IS HOW.
Zero Hour Tomorrow all the trains will stopand we will be stranded. Carshave already been immobilisedby the petrol wars, and sitabandoned, along the roadsides.The airports, for two days now,are closed-off… Read More »GCSE Welsh Board: Unseen Poem, Zero Hour by Mathew Sweeney
Essays matter. Examinations matter. Students today know perhaps more than ever before, that the results they obtain for their essays will either help them realise their dream university or college… Read More »How can I get better marks or grades for my essays?
QUIS EST ISTE QUI UENIT “I ought to be able to make it out,” he thought; “but I suppose I am a little rusty in my Latin. When I come… Read More »M R James: Oh, whistle, and I”ll come to you, my lad.
Everyone dreams of a special place of escape. A place we can escape to when the confines of the world seem weighty and suffocating. I am always curious about car… Read More »Finding your own voice: W B Yeats and his Lake Isle of Innisfree!
‘…Full of scorpions is my mind’ cries Macbeth in Act Three of Shakepeare’s play. He knows his consciousness is plagued with destructive thoughts, all extracted from a word pool none… Read More »Macbeth and the word pools we would NOT like to swim in!
George stood on the door step and smelt the sea. He took one of his famous long breaths and tasted salt on his tongue. Shutting his eyes he started to… Read More »Word Pools: The pantry
Maybe there were silent traces of space visitors all over Peru? My dad thought so…. And maybe those Egyptian workers had more help with the pyramids than we imagined? Well… Read More »First Word Pools in Chapel-en-le-frith and Marple by Janet Lewison
Move him into the sun – Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this… Read More »Word Pools in Wilfred Owen’s futility.
I have been a tutor for many years and frequently hear students trapping their potential growth and happiness through their repetition of cul-de sac words, whose word pools are stagnant… Read More »Word pools that feed us.
All my life,so far,I have lovedmore than one thing, including the mossy hoovesof dreams, including’the spongy litterunder the tall trees. In springthe moccasin flowersreach for the cracklinglick of the sun… Read More »Word pools and Word pooling with Mary Oliver's Moccasin Flowers!
You can die for it– an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.… Read More »Word Pools Two: Mary Oliver’s Sunrise
