On not tweeting: Open letter to Twitter

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

Nothing

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

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…

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…

A few words about the piece below. I wrote the first draft of it in 1989, a year after the…

Dear Mark I am sorry it has taken so long to getting round to writing to you, not least because…

I was saddened to hear of the death of the Australian poet Les Murray yesterday. In the autumn of 1997,…

I have been thinking a lot about habits recently. The unconscious, unthinking ones which, as Sylvia Plath said about words,…

I have just started reading Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit: Learn it and use it for life. Like those other classics…

Dear John Smith I was deeply saddened to hear that you died earlier this year in March. I am told…

The main difference between weather and climate is the timescale that they each refer to. Weather describes the conditions of the…