Meditation on a line by Martin Stannard (LentBlog2)

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

A challenge (LentBlog1)

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?’…

‘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…

I first heard the music of Susumu Yokota in the flat of my friends Luke and Caroline, sometime in the…

I was in a waiting room, having cycled, a bit out of breath, a book on my knee, trying to…

I am deeply honoured to have my poem When The Holy Spirit Danced With Me In My Kitchen used as a…

‘Are you afraid?’ says the book. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Have I upset you in some way?’…

‘Happy new year,’ says the book. ’And to you, too,’ I say. ’You all right?’ says the book. ’Fine,’ I…

(After Andy Brown) Because my children are briefly sleeping under the same roof Becuase Col and Lucy and M and…