The Wacky Races

When Riddance came out in 2012 people said some very nice and kind things about it. But that is not…

Proof(s)

I have been doing the proofs to my new books. And I am scared. Scared that I have got it…

And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company The Go-Betweens, Part…

‘What are you doing?’ says the book. ‘Nothing.’ ‘Doesn’t look like it.’ ‘Listening to the cricket,’ if you must know.…

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy…

What I love about James Schuyler is coming across poems I have not found before and finding in them the…

Poems hatch Poems hatch from memory, fantasy, the need to communicate with the living, the dead, the unborn. Poems come…

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are…

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank…

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in…

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as…

I think I will write you a letter, June day. Dear June Fifth, you’re all green, so many kinds and…

This is the time of year when I traditionally think of Nick. Nick lived with us in our house in…

I am delighted to announce some readings to promote my forthcoming books The Afterlife and Deck Shoes with Worple Press and…

‘You knew how to live in those days’ Peter Sansom Sometime in the early Nineties my friend…

I have been reading Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It For Life recently. In it she asks…

I have carried it with me each day, that sense of shame about the fact that I write, that it…

About a month before my friend Pammy died, she said something that may have permanently changed me. We had…