Damp white imprints dog the feet; snowbound trolley, snowbound street. Her tip of glove to lip and cheek, “Goodbye.” Go.…
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Inside Lifesaving Poems 2
Artwork by Angus Joseph Alongside each poem in Lifesaving Poems is a short commentary about how I came across…
Lifesaving poems of summer
Now that we might finally be getting one, I found myself wondering recently how many of my Lifesaving Poems choices were about…
Inside Lifesaving Poems
The central organising principle of Lifesaving Poems is that each poet is represented by a single poem. There are poets you…
Guest blog post: Hands like these, by Beverly Rycroft
This is the first in a series of guest blog posts by writers I admire. Having enjoyed speaking and reading…
Lifesaving Poems has arrived
Lifesaving Poems has arrived Well, it has finally arrived. The anthology which began life as a blog, which began life as…
Lifesaving Poems: Juan Ramón Jiménez’s ‘I Am Not I’
I Am Not I I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not…
Lifesaving Poems: Czeslaw Milosz’s ‘And Yet the Books’
And Yet the Books And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,That appeared once, still wetAs…
Ted Hughes coming out of the radio
I have been wondering recently if the world of the poem (the one that is currently not-here, just out of…
The Invisible College
I have just come back from a thing. I am tired. A good afternoon of good conversation about large, important…
Lifesaving Poems: Gwen Harwood’s ‘Cups’
Cups They know us by our lips. They know the proverb about the space between us. Many slip. They…
A new poem in support of Mental Health Awareness Week 2015
I am delighted to have a new poem, To Spring, published today at Sarah James’s blog, in With You In…
A new poem at The Clearing
I am delighted to have a new poem, ‘Blue Morning’ (after Terry Frost), included in Four Ways of Looking at…
Why must we write?
The poem that came into my mind on waking up this morning and hearing the General Election result is Mark…
The Parable of the Book (free eBook)
For those of you who have been enjoying my series of adventures with ‘the book’, here is a free eBook…
Nothing to say
‘You’re late,’ the new book says. It is seated at my desk, sleeves rolled up, a mug of steaming coffee…
The new book
It is drizzling. The house is empty, the road outside quiet. It’s just as the book said it would be,…
Excuses
‘Was it good?’ the book says. ‘Was what good?’ ‘What you’ve been up to,’ the book says. ‘When?’ ‘You know…
