Am I a poet?

A friend recently asked me if I was writing. I replied, as I always do, saying that it was going…

Lifesaving Poems: Fleur Adcock’s ‘The Soho Hospital for Women (IV)’

The Soho Hospital for Woman (IV) I am out in the supermarket choosing – this very afternoon, this day…

I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a…

In the rift between what is going to happen and whatever we would wish to happen, poetry holds attention for…

During the mad phase, when everything was a tweet or a share or a retweet, one of my favourite discoveries…

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

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,…