I’ve never been a fan of farce. In my head, farce equates to pouty-lipped Ooooooooh Vicar quips, buxom women ‘accidentally’ losing their clothes and a great deal of cringe-worthy sexual innuendo. In fact, I’ve always thought of...
Read MoreIt’s nearly Christmas….and to celebrate Northern Soul’s Poetry Correspondent Wendy Pratt has written a beautiful poem in response to our North Yorkshire Photographer’s Winter Walk image, taken between...
Read MoreNorthern Soul’s Poetry Correspondent, Wendy Pratt, talks to singer/songwriter Kathryn Williams about Hypoxia, an album written to mark the 50th anniversary of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. Williams will be performing...
Read MoreI get about a bit as a poet, travelling across the country to tiny venues in the back rooms of pubs where an audience of three or four are there for the open mic night and have never heard of me, let alone read my poetry. They...
Read MoreThis weekend marked Northern Soul’s second birthday. To commemorate the occasion, Northern Soul’s Poetry Correspondent Wendy Pratt has written this poem. Northern Soul I’m the dull, soot-scarred smoke stacks, a...
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