A household name

I turn the radio on and switch it off again, unable to settle to anything. There is still no sign…

Cooking in a Bedsitter

There is still no sign of the book. I go for a walk; it is not there. I visit our…

True to its word, the book has disappeared. There isn’t a trace of it in the house, not even a…

‘I think I’m going to be going away for a bit,’ the book says. ‘Give you some space. Let you…

The Half-Finished Heaven Despondency breaks off its course.Anguish breaks off its course.The vulture breaks off its flight. The eager light…

Tracks 2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of…

‘I’ve been reading Wallace Stevens.’ ‘So?’ ‘I thought you’d be pleased.’ ‘I don’t get it.’ ‘Wallace Stevens!’ ‘I know who…

The way I found out, just as with my diagnosis, was via a segment of a conversation about other things.…

‘I’ve got some good news,’ the book says. ‘I’ve just written ten new poems.’ ‘Wow, that’s great,’ I say. ‘Are…

‘I’m depressed,’ the book says. ‘We can’t both be depressed,’ I say. ‘One of us needs to function.’ ‘Well it’s not…

‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People…

Last Sunday I attended the last ever group meeting and reading of the Mincing Poets, in Exeter. A classic…

‘I’m tired.’ ‘You’re always saying that.’ ‘But I am.’ ‘Really? Is that what’s really going on?’ ‘I don’t know where…

‘Are you lonely?’ says the book. ‘Why are you asking?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Do I look lonely?’ ‘Does it come on…

Last week saw an important milestone for Teachers as Writers. The CPD/feedback day gave everyone involved in the project –…

and James, it’s taken me a few days to read A Few Days, but I have loved every line, especially…

‘It’s come back.’ ‘What has?’ says the book. ‘That feeling.’ ‘You’re writing again, that’s great,’ says the book. ‘No, not…

‘I’ve been busy,’ says the book. ‘How?’ I say. ‘Twitter!’ says the book. ‘It’s great fun, you should try it.’…