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A decade of blogging: poets and their poems

Celebrating a decade of blogging: 4 published poetry books (3 collections, 1 pamphlet), a Northern Writers’ Award; 360 blog posts, 117,508 words, including 89 guest poets; 52,500 views (increasing from 1,314 in 2016 to 9,600 so far in 2026); 33,900 visitors, 4000 likes. All that without AI…


I was delighted when Oversteps Books decided to consider Another life for publication. It was competitive: no guarantee they’d pick my manuscript.

Anxiety took over. ‘I need a website; I need to look like a serious poet’.

Fortunately, I already had a webmaster. Sophie Brown had designed the website for my consultancy and psychotherapy practice nine years earlier and helped me to keep it going.

Both of us are creatives with a business/consultancy side – so, we’re often on the same wavelength. Over a busy Easter weekend, Sophie and I finalised the website for acaciapublications.co.uk together in 2016. An obsessive search for just the right picture of a giraffe…

Just before the Covid lockdown, Sophie was at the launch for my second collection Nothing serious, nothing dangerous. The cover is the painting The Departure by Sophie’s late father.

Book Launch of “Nothing serious, nothing dangerous with painting “The Departure” copyright Sophie Brown 2026

I am grateful to our mutual friend H. for making the introduction all those years ago. A couple of times each year I still check in with Sophie: for technical advice and to explore if the website still fits with my current goals.

A huge ‘Thank you’ to Sophie, who deserves the limelight today.

Sophie Brown

I did design the visual style and infrastructure for the acacia publications site, and we’ve had many conversations about its purpose and dealt with technical issues. However, all the hard work – writing content over the decade, persistently creating regular blogs, meeting people, inviting guests, editing the site – is, of course Fokkina’s. Something to celebrate indeed!

Pygmalion – cutout paper on mountboard by Graham Kingsley Brown, Copyright Sophie Brown 2026

I was fortunate to inherit a proclivity for creative thinking, a good eye for design and practical art skills from my artist father Graham Kingsley Brown, whose varied work in painting, sculpture, design and poetry I have had the pleasure to bring to light in recent years at https://www.grahamkingsleybrown.co.uk.

Professional life
This innate impulse took me on an evolving path through art history, painting and design, to becoming a professional Landscape Architect designing landscapes, and from there to developing skills in “thinking”, whilst being Creative Director for The Edward de Bono Foundation UK. That led to co-founding Company of Mind with Adrian West in 2010, where I design thinking programmes, with graphics and techniques for the “canvas of the mind”. We’ve facilitated thousands of people to work together using systematic techniques to shift perception in order to successfully come up with new ideas and strategies.

“Exploring new territory” – pencil drawing on paper, © Copyright Sophie Brown 2026

Moving to the East Yorkshire coast from urban Manchester 5 years ago has brought a new lease of life with different conditions, as moving to the Netherlands has done for Fokkina.

Each day, year, decade brings the opportunity to explore fresh inner and outer territory in our chosen means of expression. What is crucial, as Fokkina has demonstrated, is a consistent practice paired with a responsive approach.

World Poetry Day – a poem

Credit Skitterphoto on Pixabay – Scheveningen Pier

Greetings on World Poetry Day! At the 30th General Conference of UNESCO in Paris, 1999, it was decided to mark 21 March as an annual celebration. Poetry has “the unique ability to capture the creative spirit of the human mind”.

I’ve chosen a poem with international connections, a lot of people, fruit – a festive gathering on a Dutch beach. It’s from my collection Nothing serious, nothing dangerous.

On the beach
after My boat by Raymond Carver

Bill’s last words were always Have fun, so I will.
He was a very good father, Bill, though he wasn’t my father.
Liz will be there too. And Mary and Brian, the Como couple.
Seville will be there, all the places I ever fell in love with.
We’ll be on a beach, a wide sandy beach with small white shells,
large white gulls and far off, in the distance, the red container ships,
nothing dangerous, nothing serious.

At the flood line broken razor clams crackle under our feet.
There is Dick, almost 80, and Miep, their cycles parked up
against the metal wire by the marram grass dotted on the dunes.
Esther, Peter, Theo, Ancilla on their e-bikes, they love this beach.
Skewered fruit, Water Melon Men and the three Irish men I loved,
and the others, the artist with one eye has come back from Hungary.
Boats will be there, beached. We’re all beached.
My UK friends have come by ship, a ship with starched officers,
a ship from Southwold that I specially chartered.

I invited J S Bach, Schubert and anyone else whose names I am forgetting.
I have been given dispensation – hey, that sounds medical,
nothing dangerous, nothing serious, the friends who are
no longer friends, what’s rejection, abandonment among true friends.
Apples, oranges, enough grapes to count in the new year,
fresh figs, plums, peaches, kiwi fruit for sleep, passion fruit.
With all that fruit we are fit to count our blessings, our nine lives.
Have fun. The tide’s out, and it is a long time before it’s coming back in.

Credit Cocoparisienne on Pixabay