What Work Is We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You…
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Late February notebook
Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen: It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even…
On Being Chipper
There were just a few of us in the room, gathered round a table. I had been invited to…
February notebook
‘The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to…
The how of it
I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for…
End of January notebook
Blind panic when the anthology I am in arrives. The hunt, ever more despairing, for my poem, certain that they…
Late January notebook
[…] you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are…
Mid-January notebook
Barely any bird-life since the gales. A robin’s song this morning, from behind the curtains. And yesterday one tiny blue…
January notebook
Two successes I can claim as a parent: they both love music and football (even if one of them supports…
A new nativity monologue -An Angel
An Angel His people spoke to our people, contracts were exchanged, and the gig was on. Hush hush,…
What you read in 2017
Dear Friends Here are the blog posts which you read most often in 2017, according to my WordPress stats: …
Not a ‘thin’ year for poetry
It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books…
The year of not blogging
There’s a problem with that title, isn’t there? While I have not been completely silent (fifteen blog posts at most?…
Discovering Geoffrey Summerfield’s Worlds
In support of crowdfunding our new anthology of poems, No One You Know, with Unbound, Sue Dymoke and I are…
No One You Know -a new anthology with Unbound
With my friend and colleague Sue Dymoke I am delighted to announce the launch of No One You Know a new project…
The Power and Potential of Poetry
This is The Power and Potential of Poetry , the talk I gave today at the Somerset Literacy Network annual conference.…
Back to school
Every September is the same. I pack a bag for work, set off into the still warm sunshine, and wonder…
What really matters?
I was on the phone to a writer friend the other week. In itself this is a rare occurrence: normally…
Lifesaving Poems 