by nikkicopleston | May 31, 2020 | Blog, Poems
Just one last word, that’s all I want the thank you or the sorry or the wondering why – just one last word. And what were our last words, that late and windy night? You asked me to ask them to turn the light down over your bed. I kissed you goodbye. You were...
by nikkicopleston | Sep 8, 2017 | Blog
Still miss you A new day. First thing, the same thought: You’re gone and time opens up like a tablecloth spread across a minefield. Loss wells up out of nowhere Somewhere out there you can see me And I can see you But not yet Not yet. Thinking to myself If there...
by nikkicopleston | Aug 23, 2016 | Blog
I’ve known Lynne Blackwood since we were at school together, but then there was a big, big gap – from when she moved away from Salisbury in 1968 to her return to England about 35 years later. In between, she’d had three children and travelled the...
by nikkicopleston | Sep 6, 2014 | Uncategorized
I’ve been so preoccupied with The Shame of Innocence lately, I haven’t spent any time on this blog. I’ve also been busy preparing a workshop on crime writing, as part of Frome Writers’ Collective’s Frome Word literary festival, running...
by nikkicopleston | May 9, 2014 | Books, Writing
I’ve collected books since my schooldays – there was a splendid old bookshop in Salisbury called Beech’s, where Prezzo is now. One day, many years ago, John came home with a hard-backed journal he’d bought in a second-hand bookshop near his...