Lifesaving Poems: Tonnus Oosterhoff’s ‘Middle Ages’

Middle Ages Folk from the past jostled for a place in the wallwith distant and here the same sizeIn the…

Such fun

We are driving to a thing. We are lost. It is a lunch thing, so the children are in tow.…

‘We are at a party that doesn’t love us‘ – Tomas Tranströmer We are at a thing. Not a poetry…

Or this one. You arrive at the venue early but there is no one there to greet you. You pace…

Locus Scolus: The New York School of Poets is a thing of wonder and beauty. Named after a 1914 French novel by Raymond…

I am completely torn apart -Rupert Loydell When I first read Raymond Carver’s Fires I loved and understood all of it,…

Yesterday I published a new poem on Rebecca Goss’ website, in aid of Children’s Heart Week. You can find…

We had been in the new city for two months. The house we had bought was even more of a…

Here are some more of my favourite blogs to read. I have put these together (I love them all) because…

Don’t forget, this is inside us every day -Stephen Berg This is not happening. It happened. Past tense. One…

The Sofas, Fogs and Cinemas I have lived it, and lived it, My nervous, luxury civilisation, My sugar-loving nerves…

I was saddened to hear of the death of Gerard Benson last week. A poet and anthologist, he was probably…

Then this. We are sitting with hospital mugs of tea, in the Quiet Room. We are all leaning forward, listening…

I followed a lead, nudged by a hunch, and it brought me here. The book is In Their Own Words (edited by…

When Ezra Pound claimed that ‘Poetry is news that stays news’ it is likely he was thinking of Katy Evans-Bush’s Baroque…

I was asked the other day which poetry blogs I read. Over the next few posts I will be sharing…

I was at a thing recently. Not my thing, a good thing. Luminosity filled the evening. In the pouring of…

My main memory of watching The West Wing is the way Martin Sheen would wrap up discussions with his staff by…