Short and sharp, sweet and sour – South Lakeland’s former Poet Laureate Maggie Norton gets her ticket punched en route to Penrith in A Late Love Poem>>

The nearest you can get to loft living in Carlisle, Shaddon or Dixon’s Mill is now a huge block of swanky apartments, itself dwarfed by the defiant finger of Dixon’s Chimney. Kathleen Jones’s great grandad knew it before the floors were sanded.

Read the poem, Dixon’s Mill>>

From Back o’ Skiddaw to the roof of the world – in this week’s poem, the well-travelled Angela Locke reflects on journeys corporeal, spiritual, and political.

Read the poem, After the sky burial: Tibet>>

Here for the weekend, you ask where the young
hang out nights in this back-of-beyond place …

This week, Martin Malone explains why the young folks are leaving the lovely village of Maulds Meaburn. Jobs? Education? Night life? No – they can’t get a phone signal …

Read the poem, Meaburn>>

Dusk in a wintry garden, somewhere in the Lake District, finds Mike Smith in meditative mood:

Winter grants me this at least, here in the garden:
to see the night come slowly on,
overwhelming all mountains and the lake … read more>>

In this week’s poem, Malcolm Carson is back in a Belfast classroom, snookered by Latin vocabulary and attracting some routine intimidation.

Read the poem – Mille passus>>

This week, Jon Tait remembers a strange encounter in an American shopping mall. At least, we’re assuming it was American, and not The Lanes in Carlisle.

Read the poem>>

John North gives us a road poem, journeying west to east across the scrawny neck of the kingdom through rain and reivers until the road runs out at the cold North Sea.

Read Drive Out from Carlisle>>