Courage It is in the small things we see it.The child’s first step,as awesome as an earthquake.The first time…
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We never keep to the present
We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found…
Do not pass go, do not collect £200
The grief keeps on coming. Though I write from my place of privilege, of safety, it still feels relentless.…
Living in the layers
The Layers I have walked through many lives,some of them my own,and I am not who I was,though some…
On the Edge
On the Edge After your mother dies, you will learn to liveon the edge of life, to brace yourselflike…
A quiet moment
I can’t be alone in experiencing the coronavirus crisis and resulting lockdown as something of an infringement on my…
Reading and writing resources for young poets
Young Poets’ Stories project update: Today we add a reading resources for young poets page to the Young Poets’ Stories website.…
Struggling
Struggling I haven’t had time to stand and fart recently,and you’re wanting me to work on a relationship? That silence…
Schoolchildren
The Schoolchildren Like leaves startled by a gust of windthey peel away from the tight-knit group,one child, two, another, more,taking…
We have to have great meals
Simply Lit Often toward evening,after another day, afteranother year of days,in the half dark on the way homeI stop…
A bright soul keeps on beating
Dying Nothing to be said about it, and everything –The change of changes, closer or further away:The Golden Retriever…
Places of hope
Here are some places that I have been visiting recently and derived much comfort from. I hope you enjoy them…
A review and some recordings
I am delighted to announce that Matthew Stewart of Rogue Strands has written a generous review of The Afterlife, the…
A Call Out for Foyle Young Poets
Calling all Winning & Highly Commended Foyle Young Poets 2012 – 2019 If you are a young writer who…
The wonder is
The washing never gets done.The furnace never gets heated.Books never get read.Life is never completed.Life is like a ball…
Save Us From
Save Us From Save us from night,from bleak open highwayswithout end, and the fluorescentoases of gas stations,from the gunning of…
The mighty dead
I have always believed that poems come into your life when you need them most. (That was…
Crashing out
My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing,…