In September 2006 my treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma came to an end. I was not told I was officially in…
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Lifesaving Poems: Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mushrooms’
I think my first bout of Poetry Exhaustion occurred sometime after my A levels. Our English paper was quite advanced for its…
Lifesaving Poems: Simon Armitage’s ‘To His Lost Lover’
To His Lost Lover Now they are no longerany trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down…
Lifesaving Poems: Sean O’Brien’s ‘Before’
To safe and almost universal silence I published How Far From Here is Home? (Stride) a few days before Christmas in…
Lifesaving Poems: UA Fanthorpe’s ‘Atlas’
Atlas There is a kind of love called maintenanceWhich stores the WD40 and knows when to use it; Which checks…
Northern Sky and remission
When I began to recover from my treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2006 this lovely article about Nick Drake’s Northern…
Lifesaving Poems: Jane Kenyon’s ‘Let Evening Come’
Let Evening Come Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as…
Lifesaving Poems: Carol Rumens’s ‘Coming Home’
Some time ago I wrote about the importance to me of discovering, through my friend Duncan Kramer, the anthology The…
Lifesaving Poems: Mark Robinson’s ‘Domestic Bliss’
Yesterday I had the great pleasure of getting back in touch with Mark Robinson, poet, author and former editor…
Women Who Dye Their Hair
I first had the pleasure of reading this remarkable and delightful poem by Janet Fisher in 2001 in the company of a…
The First Lifesaving Poem: Alasdair Paterson’s ‘Fishermen’
Photo: Rob Starling ‘Fishermen’, by Alasdair Paterson, is one of my Lifesaving Poems. I first read it as a new teacher,…
Lifesaving Poems: Tony Hoagland’s ‘Jet’
Thanks to the recommendation of Naomi Jaffa (again) I had the smug pleasure of already knowing the work of Tony…
The poets I go back to
Colin Mallett, Sculptor The poets I go back to This article first appeared in the North magazine, in November 2007.…
Falling in love with Holub’s ‘Love’
I was lucky. I was taught English in one of those classrooms with complete sets of A Taste of Honey,…
Iain Crichton-Smith’s ‘Poetry’
It was summer. I found myself on the top floor of the library, on the recommendation of a friend:…
Finding ‘And Yet the Books’
One year I decided that I would decorate one of my teaching rooms with my collection of Poems on the…
Sideswiped by poetry
And sometimes you don’t know where it comes from. It appears as a heat, prickly, under your skin, your scalp.…
Lawrence Sail’s love
I first met Lawrence Sail at a private view at a gallery just outside Exeter. My family and I…