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…

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.’…

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were…

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as…

I have started the poem but the poem does not know it yet. I am more than flirting with it,…

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in…

‘What are you adding?’ ‘Me. I’m adding me. By being here. Even when I am saying nothing.’ ‘That’s your answer…

And though I only met you once, your influence on me is massive, or should that be was I don’t…

‘It’s gone.’ ‘What has?’ ‘It. This. Everything.’ ‘The chair is still here. I’m still here.’ ‘I don’t mean the chair.…

‘I heard the most amazing thing today. It was a bloke off the radio, don’t remember his name, does that…

‘It gets harder.’ ‘What does?’ ‘It. Everything. Teaching. Writing. Listening to you.’ ‘I didn’t see that coming.’ ‘You never do.’…

‘I’m tired.’ ‘You said,’ says the book. ‘No, I mean, I’m tired. Of my handwriting.’ ‘What’s wrong with it? It’s…

‘You look tired.’ ‘I am tired,’ I say. ‘But term hasn’t even started yet. You’re not match fit. Just you…

Alone I One evening in February I came near to dying here.The car skidded sideways on the ice, outon the…