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The Afterlife is now on sale
I am delighted to announce that my new book of poems The Afterlife is now on sale. You can buy it…
Aldeburgh Poetry Festival blog posts page
In 2014 I was invited by the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival to be their guest blogger. I have added the blog…
A new guest blog posts page
One of the privileges of writing this blog is inviting others to write guest blog posts. I have collected these…
The Year of Living Deeply 25: Socks
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You are close at hand yet very far away. So long since I have…
A new Archive page
Today I have published a new Archive page on this blog. It contains links to all of the blog posts…
Between seasons
I love this time of year. The city still seems to belong to itself. Mornings are still mornings, not a…
Against forgetting
I write a lot of things down. In part this is because I no longer remember anything. If I do…
The real new year
I love this time of year. There is a wonderful Anne Lamott line somewhere about the welcome of the cooler…
The how of it
A little taster for you. This is an essay from my forthcoming book Deck Shoes. – I was having…
The Afterlife has arrived
– –for Peter and Amanda Carpenter Yesterday a miraculous thing happened. I took delivery of a box containing copies…
A list of found poems
As the holiday season continues I repost this list of various found poems that I have made over the…
August, by Tove Jansson
As the summer holidays take over I am re-posting the odd blog post from my archive. To celebrate the start…
Lifesaving poems of summer
As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See…
Writing in the gaps
There isn’t much left to be done. The proof reading, the book blurbs (they take longer than the poems), the…
Poems from The Afterlife
After what feels like a very long wait since the publication of Riddance in 2012, I am delighted to be publishing…
Deck shoes and other enthusiasms
Some of you will have seen this blog post before. It is a taster of some of the contents…
The possibility of shatter
I think I am done. I think. I think, therefore I am done? I think I am. No doubt there…