You can now pre-order my chapbook, un(in)formed, on the Bearded Badger Press website.

It’s finally here – and I’m not sure I ever thought it would be – but here’s the link to the pre-orders for my chapbook, un(in)formed.

Please show some love to Paul Handley’s new press, Bearded Badger Publishing, and buy the sett – including Rory Aaron’s new collection, doglike, and the new novel by Drew Gummerson, Seven Nights at the Flamingo Hotel.

The cover of Becky’s chapbook with a verse of ‘Slab’, one of the poems in the collection.

Drew Gummerson’s book is out now. The two poetry chapbooks can be in your hands by 22 April.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Poets are copywriters

When I got my first job as a copywriter, I gave my boss my novella, but he made the comment that copywriters needed to be poets rather than prose writers.

I have found the poets need to be copywriters as well. It helps pay the bills and I like doing it.

Since graduating I have worked for so many clients directly, through agencies (mainly London agencies), and through freelance assignments. These clients include Dell, the Treasury, NHSBT (NHS Blood and Transplant), BMW, Oris, DBS (Singapore). As well as writing web-based and print content, I proofread, transcribe, translate or edit translations, compile social media posts.

You can find my copywriting site at

Rationale for a creative ad I once wrote in partnership with a designer for NWAS.
Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Find ‘Slab’ in the Bearded Badger Publishing TRA[verse] free sampler

Today the poetry showcase, featuring work from nine poets, is finally available. Go to to download the full sampler, with contributions from Rory Aaron, me, Kevin Qweaver Jackson, Jack Cunnington, Oliver Cowley, Cullen Marshall, Sonia Burns, Camille McCawley and Anita Jackson.

Our journeys might be different, but our love of words brings us together.

You can find it here:

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

My books

Two books, 22 years apart. un(in)formed was published by Bearded Badger Press in 2021, exposé was published by UEA in 1998.

Here’s a photo of my two books I took for my Instagram because I could. They came out 22 years apart and I am very proud to have had the chance to publish both of them. un(in)formed is available at along with other chapbooks in the series from Sonia Burns, Camille McCawley and Kevin Qweaver Jackson.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

DH Lawrence’s Horn

If DH chose a musical instrument, surely he would pick a sax? I wrote this unofficially for the 2018 Clarinet and Saxophone Society and put in on Instagram. It looks like there might be some research in Lawrence and jazz.

DH Lawrence’s Horn

He liked the feel of it in his mouth

He liked the sassiness of its sound

He liked its curves, its brassiness

And its perfectly shaped bell.

It wasn’t him to fiddle or flaunt

He’d have honked and horned

His flutter tonguing was perfect

As was his slap.

Becky’s saxophone at Papplewick Pumping Station, Nottinghamshire, with thanks to the venue for letting her use it for a photo and video shoot.
Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

‘Meditation on the A38’ sound file #poetry #saxophone #woodwind #breathingexercises #meditation #childrensmentalhealthweek #mentalhealth #anxiety

I’ve been asked for the text for this, but I feel it needs proper artwork, and I am a words person, not an art working master (all hail designers!), so it will take me a while to organise.

BBC Derby put waves behind this, and I did initially record this with waves in the background, but they weren’t my own waves. If we ever get to go on holiday again, and there’s a quiet day, I will record this again by the sea.

Meditation on the A38

Please note that this comes from a poet and saxophone teacher who used to do guided meditations in yoga. I am not a qualified therapist of any kind.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged | Leave a comment

How (not) to write an author’s bio #traverse #beardedbadgerpublishing #identitycrisis203 #Ripley #London #Paris #Derbyshire

So, say, you’re finally there and you’re writing your bio, how do you know what to say?

I think I can safely say my bio is always changing depending on what mood I am in. My current Facebook photo is from 2005. It goes with the poem ‘Meditation on the A38’ but then so does the picture of empty beaches and the picture of Sir John Betjeman doing a little back bend at St Pancras Station.

Sir John Betjeman statue at St Pancras Station - it's upstairs by the nice bar

I finished my first novella, exposé (TEXTS, 1999, Assessment and Expanded Text Project, part funded by Hefce), while I was doing the New Deal at the Wordsworth Trust, so that talked about that – and wanting to meet Jarvis Cocker.

In 2000 (Magpie, 2000, CCPA) my name is Becky in the front and Rebecca in the bio and I talk about a year of Wordsworth and telephone banking.

Now, 2021, I am looking at something that almost doesn’t seem factual. Did I really do that? Should I mention the (saxophone) recording in 2007? I definitely want to say that I supported Vanessa Kisuule in 2018 at Derby Poetry Festival. Everything else…

My latest poem is nothing like the Betjeman poem. It’s nothing like Sylvia Plath or Ted Hughes or Norman MacCaig or Maya Angelou. You can search for it on BBC Sounds – picture below.

Screen shot from Becky's phone of when she was on the radio.

But then, this poem isn’t in the chapbook, so I guess that doesn’t matter.

To find out more about Bearded Badger Publishing go to

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I am going to be on @bbcderby on Monday 8 February with Sally Pepper at 12.15pm with my new poem ‘Meditation on the A38’ #amwriting #amperforming

Check out for further details.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

There is no cuckoo. Costa sifts snowdrops 

in the top of your coffee to announce the spring

Cups drifting in the middle of the road will last longer than you

Yet there is a rhythm to everything. It beats.

When you feel you’re a footnote on someone else’s history,

Easily wiped away, like chalk on a board, remember your screech.

Posted in poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Happy birthday, Morten Harket (for tomorrow. Just getting in there early)

Here’s a poem for all you Virgos.

I have lost a slipper

found marbles

a pick

Lego blocks

I mean gold Lego arms

and legs and heads

and a very nice chap from Bangkok

He lets me stroke his engines

and light his fires

And one day we’ll talk telephone wires.

Tomorrow I will be the meaning of life.

Posted in Musings, poetry, writing | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments