The new notebook (LentBlog9)

After Charles Wright Strives for perfection-ThursdayIs begun day after votingsOld envelope from the hospital) Will not contain…

The blogs I don’t read (LentBlog8)

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 BarbariansWhat are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn’t…

Going There is an evening coming inAcross the fields, one never seen before,That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at…

’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?’…

‘Something looks different,’ the book says. ‘Have you been shaving again?’ ‘You can talk,’ I say. ‘As it happens,…

‘What’s up?’ says the book. ‘It’s nothing. Really. I’m fine,’ I say. ‘For a person with their head in their…

To celebrate the life of Mary Oliver, who died a week ago, I present a found poem, taken from the…

I am really bad at doing one thing. If I am chopping an onion, I am listening to the radio.…

When I first read and began thinking about The Year of Living Deeply one of my instant reactions concerned the impact…