It has been an honour to be featured in The Starbeck Orion magazine over the last 25 days. Here is a link to the whole issue:

https://the880.substack.com/archive?fbclid=IwY2xjawGoORFleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHRQsR7cY8kSWz0xKXIpoqPGj9xidVNnyulKYQ782aW4WPMn4yjr7WL_b0g_aem_x4wxDZNMO8rNDy8Ly0AnZw

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https://www.amazon.co.uk/Solving-Puzzle-Peter-J-Donnelly/dp/B0C9SK19RV

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https://www.tickettailor.com/events/exploreyorklibrariesandarchives/1111994?ref=sb_twitter&fbclid=IwAR0ky4ffe3IgBJglBj-tyjxnoKQfUDC5YVGvaO34cf_MhTPud9PVb82dl_Y

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My first review of my first full length poetry book:

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6048825081?fbclid=IwAR3jeNRMr4CLbr_eS1GqJfIVb2C3hsGh3T1of8fz2JRasMQXaRGHZlZ6yZw

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https://www.samszanto.com/post/20-questions-with-peter-j-donnelly

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Tess’s What Ifs

Twice he said to me up there on the rick

that I’d never mentioned my husband’s name.

What if I had, told him he was the son 

of Parson Clare, so instrumental in his ‘conversion’?

What if I’d told Angel that the man who 

seduced me was the one his father ran into?

It’s as good as asking how it would have been

had Tringham held his tongue, or if Prin...

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Why I'd Never Go To Holland

I wouldn’t like the food, all that cheese,

would miss the couque au chocolat and 

coffee eclairs of Belgium, the sounds 

of words I knew or at least could guess

the meaning of, couldn’t tell myself that 

Charlotte and Emily were once there. 

The land is too flat, and even the tulips

wouldn't charm me much. Straight rows

in fields unlike t...

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Wild Raspberries in Harrogate

There are tales I could tell

about picking blackberries 

in the countryside, or even in town,

how they were sour or rotten

when I bit into one or stained

my finger and thumb. I could say

how I was worried that they’d be

poisoned with exhaust from 

passing traffic, how the thorns

pricked me. I could mention

picking bilberries at Su...

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Here is a link to my first full length poetry book,  recently published:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Solving-Puzzle-Peter-J-Donnelly/dp/B0C9SK19RV/ref=mp_s_a_1_4?qid=1692718100&refinements=p_27%3APeter+Donnelly&s=books&sr=1-4

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Woolies

I’ll never part with my pasta jar

though one day the draining board rack

I will have to. They’re not family heirlooms

but Woolworths relics, I got them

with a voucher - to think there was ever

such a thing. The circular mirror

with its silver frame I bought for my bedsit room

in Aberystwyth has long gone,

and the little glass jug I used 

as a watering can...

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Death of a Crassula 

The last houseplant

to be killed

was the succulent -

a jade, or money tree,

I'm not sure which.

I knocked it onto the carpet

when I carried my duvet

through to the lounge

to change the sheets

on my bed.

Past its best,

perhaps pot-bound,

maybe dying anyway,

I picked it up,

fed it with more compost.

Its leaves fell off

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Duck Breast for Dinner

We last had duck breast for dinner

the night before my uncle died.

The wettest May Day I can remember,

my forty-second birthday. Like Christmas,

we waited for family to phone or arrive.

No chance of a walk until after they'd gone,

when we passed what we little knew

in a couple of months would be their road end.

Neither did we know th...

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Two Deaths 

I often wondered where I would be

when the news reached me, 

if it reached me at all. At the table

one evening, clearing the dishes,

preparing to watch TV as in fact

I was last Sunday when I checked

my Facebook feed. In days gone by

I’d have got a call from your daughter

or son who may not even have needed

to look in your address book

for my phone ...

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Shirley's Dishes

She often found herself washing up 

at one in the morning, for she'd never 

allow her guests to help, though did

once let me dry, when he had to go 

to a meeting, for that couldn't be left

till next day either. I wish now I'd

bought her that tea towel for her birthday 

and not the butterfly scarf I decided on

instead. I'm told he...

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https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2023/05/17/wombwell-rainbow-book-interviews-the-second-of-august-by-peter-donnelly/

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Esther Breuer

She’s the heroine I least imagine

to look like yourself - short hair, dark

I think you say, though for some 

reason I picture her as blonde.

Yet she’s the one I seem most

to identify with, though

I’m not sure why. An art historian,

not much of a reader, at least 

not of Jane Austen, except

surprisingly, according to you

or one of your characters ...

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Meadowsweet 

I didn’t know what it was like until once 

near the pond at Castle Howard 

Arboretum my mother said, 

Can you see the meadowsweet?

Perhaps I'd have thought it was cow 

parsley if it weren’t for its honey scent.

I was reminded of this yesterday 

as I glanced out of the train window 

and there were stalks of it along

the railway line, flashing by

li...

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Great-Aunts

Did your parents know the origins

of your names, or their associations?

Wendy, invented for a story

two decades before you were born;

Joyce, also a surname, often Irish

like your own. Your sister Rose

must have been called after the flower,

for she was never Rosemary, a herb

nothing to do with roses.

Kay perhaps because your mother

was Catherine, t...

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Language and Music

It’s no surprise that I recognise it 

whenever I hear it spoken

like I did that Boxing Day 

at M&S in Bath, though I hadn’t 

heard it for years, and couldn’t 

pick out a word - diolch, diawn,

and not at that time of day nostar.

My dad thought it was Polish

but I knew it to be Welsh,

for I used to listen to it spoken

every day in the sho...

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Curlew

In Wales they used to fear my call

like the sight of a magpie

or the sound of an afternoon cock crow.

I can’t imagine why they call me gylfinir

there, for it sounds nothing like

the noise I make, cur-lee.

Now they dread the thought

of my demise, rejoice

at my return to the Yorkshire Dales.

Some think my name means running, 

which I never ...

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Just a Few Lines

To accompany this year’s Christmas card -

I think you would have liked the design.

It’s as well you didn’t manage to write 

to thank me again for the hand cream

I sent you for your birthday, as you

may not have received my reply.

We couldn’t find it amongst your things -

did you take it with you to Cumberland Grange?

Your orchids seem to like i...

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Despite the Myths

There's no doubt that A- is Scarborough

where she died at the Grand Hotel,

but was the Weston named after

Agnes Grey's suitor? She loved the sea

as Emily did the moors, Charlotte the city,

yet unlike them she would never cross it,

though her other heroine does. 

Even Lucy Snowe never touches

Paris or Rome, or not as far as we know.

When we took ...

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The Other Bennett

Is he remembered in Fenton,

the town he left out of his Five

of the Potteries? Or even by guests

at the Savoy who order omelette

with haddock in it? Do readers

of Virginia Woolf know the cause

of her dispute with him,

or even that they had one?

I think many years hence I'll recall

the plot of Clayhanger and why

I read it after Hilda Lessways

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Mr Brian

According to him 

there were only three forces -

push, pull, and as I 

put my hand up and told him -

twist. I was sure 

there was a fourth one - bend,

but I was too shy to say that. 

He knew the art department

would disagree with him 

about the third primary colour

being green and not yellow, 

but about the colours 

of the rainbow, or the spectr...

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Half Way Through March

I find it’s six years since I saw you 

at St Peter’s school. I sat near the front,

you wore a crimson jumper - red your favourite 

colour, I think. I didn’t really want to ask

a question at the end, rather to tell you

I was re-reading all your novels in the order

they were written. Not only yourself

but the interviewer too were taken aback

whe...

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The Marriott Room

I don’t think I’ve been in here

since last time we met - in this place,

two years and two months ago

at your book launch. Second-hand book 

sales on Sundays weren’t resumed

once the library reopened for fewer hours.

Today we face each other across a table -

you say as you did then, that I’d been your pupil

a long time ago. I don’t add that it’...

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Almond Blossom 

Your favourite work of art, you say,

but not whether you've done the jigsaw. 

It isn't mentioned in your personal history, 

which is not, you stressed, a memoir. 

Maybe when you've written that it will be.

I'm not sure what you'd say about 

the picture, other than that Van Gogh 

was joyful with his use of colour. 

It's hard to imagine it a ...

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Delighted that my first chapbook The Second of August has been published by AlienBuddha Press:

https://www.amazon.com/Second-August-Peter-J-Donnelly/dp/B0BV4JF13Y

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