Meditation on a line by Rebecca Goss (LentBlog15)

Towards the end of her Greenbelt Festival poetry reading Q and A with Sasha Dugdale in 2017, Rebecca Goss said…

The dividend (LentBlog14)

Having left FB a week or two ago and quickly decided before I could persuade myself to do otherwise to…

There I was, a normal Saturday, coffee and The Guardian, propped up in bed with the old iPad, flicking through…

I never wanted to have to say this. I never imagined I would. But I have finally lost the plot…

I always think of myself as working at a rock face. Ninety days out of ninety five, it’s just a…

After Charles Wright Strives for perfection-Thursday Is begun day after votings Old envelope from the hospital) Will…

When I began blogging almost ten years ago, I felt as though I had been let into the shiny, sugar-scented…

I am half way down the path with a recycling bin, a podcast playing on my phone in my pocket,…

We have all seen them. (Except maybe we do not see them. Maybe what they are doing is so normal…

That isn’t me in the photo, though it could be. A bald man in vaguely sportif clothing trying to take an…

‘You good?’ says the book. ‘Yup,’ I say. ‘Good, thanks. All good.’ ‘You’re good. So you’re good,’ the book says.…

A line that has really been haunting me recently is ‘Horses turned out into a cold field have it’ from…

I am not sure how this is going to turn out. It was something somebody said in response to my…

Dear Facebook I thought I would write to let you know that after years of thinking (and even talking)…

Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today.…

Going There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken…

’Have you seen my coat?’ says the book. ’Nope. You seen mine?’ ’Nope. You look tired. Are you tired?’ ’You…

‘What’s happening?’ ’Nothing,’ I say. ’Doesn’t look like nothing,’ the book says. ‘It looks like you’re brooding. Are you brooding?’…