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Sporting occasions are bad. Or the Corbyn result, that was hard. I seem to remember (no one else does) a…

Guest blog post: Whose life is it anyway? by John Foggin

A few weeks ago I was writing in my own blog, the great fogginzo’s cobweb, about the way I…

Goulash A crucial ingredient is the right frame of mind so abandon all ideas of getting on. Stop pedalling, dismount,…

The afternoon was drawing to a close when I knew I had hit the wall. On its own terms there…

Since I decided to leave Twitter and abscond from Facebook I have been reminded of some of the guiding principles…

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard East of me, west of me, full summer.…

Let’s love today, the what we have now, this day, not today or tomorrow or yesterday, but this passing moment,…

This is my hard time -Theodore Roethke The mornings I can cope with. Just. Not grabbing my phone before…

I knew I was in trouble sometime in July. I just didn’t admit it. I was with friends, one of…

Day four of the Twitter-fast. By the time you read this, day seven. The first thing I notice is the…

Or perhaps you’re waiting at the bus stop. You could text someone. But if you said ‘no’ to the text,…

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I…

What I want is to – to be present. That’s what I’ve learned. I want to strive for presence, now,…

Writing my way through bereavement I don’t approve of death. I’m with Edna St Vincent Millay: I am not…

The end. That’s what the August Bank Holiday means to me. A stiffer breeze in the mornings. The lawn littered with…

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I…

As I did last year, I will be taking a break from uploading new posts to this blog over August.…

I am deeply grateful to Dave Russell of Survivors’ Poetry for his review of Lifesaving Poems in the current edition of Poetry…