You could quit

‘You don’t have to do this you know.’ The book has appeared out of nowhere, while my back was turned…

The lullaby

I have not left the house in days. I can hear the book pacing around upstairs, but neither of us…

It has been a long day. Arriving home late and wanting nothing more than a bath and an early night,…

The book has vanished. I don’t mean left the house, or popped out to see a friend. I mean vanished.…

I have made the book a peace offering. I snuck out while it was sleeping, found my way back to…

It is my turn to go out for a walk. The book has slept late, and, not for the first…

We are at the flat. Everything has worked out fine: the journey, our connections and now amazing sense of space. We…

‘Passport?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Flight info?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Euros?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Underpants?’ The book glares at me. ‘What do you take me for?’ ‘It…

The book has had a fall, and now we are sitting in a waiting room, waiting to be seen. This…

Recently I have been reading the exquisite prose of Janna Malamud Smith, in her book-length meditation on creativity: An Absorbing Errand:…

We have left the house. At first our walking is clumsy, comical, even. The book is three yards ahead of…

I am at a thing. Canals are there. Sunlight on them, the last tourists, a shifting of the seasons. ‘Soon…

I am delighted to have a new poem, ‘Sunlight’, for my dear friend Peter Carpenter, published at The Stare’s Nest.…

Yesterday I listened to a dialogue between Debbie Millman and Seth Godin on art-making, resistance, anxiety, how the internet has changed…

Heaven on Earth Now that it is night, you fetch the wash from outer space, from the frozen…

because of the words and because of the books because of the woman in the anorak at the swimming baths…

It’s hard to describe. One day your are fine, not quite the same (age will do this to you), then…

I am delighted to have a new poem, Some More Strategies for the End of the World, published today at…