The way I found out, just as with my diagnosis, was via a segment of a conversation about other things.…
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Ten new poems
‘I’ve got some good news,’ the book says. ‘I’ve just written ten new poems.’ ‘Wow, that’s great,’ I say. ‘Are…
Your worst book
‘I’m depressed,’ the book says. ‘We can’t both be depressed,’ I say. ‘One of us needs to function.’ ‘Well it’s not…
Waving the white flag
‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People…
To the Mincing Poets
Last Sunday I attended the last ever group meeting and reading of the Mincing Poets, in Exeter. A classic…
Losing touch
‘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?
‘Are you lonely?’ says the book. ‘Why are you asking?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Do I look lonely?’ ‘Does it come on…
Life beyond the door
Last week saw an important milestone for Teachers as Writers. The CPD/feedback day gave everyone involved in the project –…
A few days to read
and James, it’s taken me a few days to read A Few Days, but I have loved every line, especially…
Waiting to be found out
‘It’s come back.’ ‘What has?’ says the book. ‘That feeling.’ ‘You’re writing again, that’s great,’ says the book. ‘No, not…
All the poets on Twitter
‘I’ve been busy,’ says the book. ‘How?’ I say. ‘Twitter!’ says the book. ‘It’s great fun, you should try it.’…
and (Dear James)
and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were…
Open letter to James Schuyler
Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as…
The poem as love affair
I have started the poem but the poem does not know it yet. I am more than flirting with it,…
Go-to poet?
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in…
Hectic
‘What are you adding?’ ‘Me. I’m adding me. By being here. Even when I am saying nothing.’ ‘That’s your answer…
Open letter: in memory of Janet Fisher
And though I only met you once, your influence on me is massive, or should that be was I don’t…
It’s gone
‘It’s gone.’ ‘What has?’ ‘It. This. Everything.’ ‘The chair is still here. I’m still here.’ ‘I don’t mean the chair.…