We Are Horses
Join me this March for a Poetry Adventure, Horseback
We Are Horses
We Are Horses is a four week poetry bender inspired by Joy Harjo’s collection she had some horses in the Year of the Fire Horse. This is a season for momentum, shine, and forward motion. Over the month of March, we move with intention, instinct, and in conversation with the horses. The work is micro and manageable: expect short bursts of writing, tight revision windows, and achievable goals. It is a glitter kicking, mane braiding, gathering of women and poets, who are ready to gallop into this new lunar year.
“Horses, like the rest of us, can transform and be transformed. A horse could be a streak of sunrise, a body of sand, a moment of ecstasy. A horse could be all of this at the same time. Or a horse might be nothing at all but the imagination of the wind. Or a herd of horses galloping from one song to the next could become a book of poetry.”
—Joy Harjo
The Adventure
Week 1: Run Wild
We set ourselves free to generate new poems. Quick prompts. Timed writes. Instinct over intellect. We follow image, heat, breath. We write into what shimmers and shines. We don’t overthink. We are horses. We gallop.
Week 2: Groom
We choose a handful of drafts and begin the tender work of brushing out tangles and braiding the glossy mane. We move poems from notebook to digital space. We tinker at line level and read aloud. We cut what’s dull. We keep what sparkles.
Week 3: Saddle
We refine. We edit with care and precision and guidance. We tighten language. We deepen images. We shape the poems for an audience. We choose three. We polish.
Week 4: Release & Revel
Each poet is invited to send three poems into the world in some way: to friends or family, to a mailing list, to potential publishers, to a community space, to the green pastures of the internet, to a poet in the post. We send. Then we celebrate.
Logistics
We Are Horses begins on Sunday 1st March 2026.
Weekly E-mail
You will receive a weekly e-mail each Monday, beginning on Monday 2nd March. Micro and manageable is the intention throughout.
Live Workshops
There will be two live teaching workshops on 7th of March (Run Wild is generative) and 21st of March (Saddle is editorial), then we will have an online celebration on 28th March where we can share work. There is also a Poetry Party on this day so you can look forward to another poetry bender.
Pricing
Early Bird Horse: £333 (until Tuesday 24th February 2026)
Full Price: £444
Sign up to We Are Horses now!
Anticipated Questions
If you are short on time (or humour) skip this section and just sign up.
Will I have fun?
100%
How do you know?
My horse spirit-guide told me.
Can I join even if I can’t make the live workshops?
Yes, definitely! I’ll send e-mails so you have all the material to work with.
Can I bring a friend?
Please do. The herd is stronger (and wilder) together.
Do I have to own cowboy boots?
Not this time. Barefoot poets are welcome.
What kind of horses are we talking about?
Wild ones. Tender ones. Tired-but-still-running ones. Glitter-maned and mud-splashed. The horses that live within us.
Do I have to share my work?
No, you can always break the rules if it makes you happier.
What if I’m not sure I’m a real poet?
If you have a pulse and can put pen to paper, you’re in the pony club!
What if I’m not a horse person?
Use a different animal. Every time I say horse, you think fox, or wolf, or goldfish—whatever tickles you. The metaphor still runs (or swims or flies).
What should I bring?*
A notebook. A pen. A willingness to run towards what’s writing you. Two bowls. One pair of scissors. *Glitter is optional.
Will I laugh?
Yes. Right into your horsey belly. (Ask Holly!)
Join the Mane Tossing Momentum!
Sign up to We Are Horses for four weeks of heartbeat and hoofbeat, mirror, muscle and momentum. We gather. We write. We revise. We release. We kick up glitter as we go. Poems are like horses, horses are like women—touch the mane, braid the words, feel the power of forward movement.
We are Horses. We gallop.
I thank those who continue to believe in the horses, in poetry.
—Joy Harjo