I am Alison Hramiak: poet, writer and tutor. Welcome to my web site: a place where you can discover more about me and my writing. A place to share my love of poetry.

 

I spend my time writing poetry, reviewing and editing poetry, and delivering 1:1 tuition in a variety of subjects at all levels. I have been published in journals and anthologies and on various websites including Forward Poetry collections, New Contexts, Dirigible Balloon, Impspired, and The Causley Trust as well as a number of anthologies dedicated to charities.

 

I edit and review poetry for Consilience, which explores the space where scientists and the arts meet. I review books for ‘together in the uk’, a place where migrants and refugees share their stories and receive advice, as well as for ‘grist – a journal of the literary arts’. My reviews have also been published in ‘The Other Side of hope’, a UK-based literary magazine edited by migrants. When I’m not writing or reviewing poetry, I write and read about history, and review history books for ‘The Historical Association’.

 

I write poetry because I believe that there is a beauty in language that poetry unwraps, one which reaches out like a sound that resonates, and which, in doing so, helps others to feel less alone. I write poetry to express my feelings and to convey a message about the things I feel strongly about. I write poetry because I love it.

If you’d like me to write something for you, or to review and edit for you, please contact me on LinkedIn or on Facebook.

Our Tess

We had a dog that came free with a lead,

A young black puppy – a mix of a breed.

We called her Tess, and it seemed to suit her well –

A Viscous Circle

A Viscous Circle

My friend Tracey bought me Brian Bilston’s poetry book ‘Days Like These’ and I came across a shape poem he’s written and decided to have ago using a play on the word Venn within a poem that was within a Venn diagram. The Venn diagram works mathematically too, and there is a baking theme within the poem that threads through it with a final message hidden in plain sight in the middle. A clever poem that works on a number of levels – even if I do say so myself!

 

The boy of not enough days

The Boy of Not Enough Days

As I stand at the edge of my sanity,

a precipice with hope,

helplessness rises like impassable terrain,