My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing, … More
Author: Anthony Wilson
What good is love that no one shares
I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More
Practice
Practice To weep unbidden, to wake at night in order to weep, to wait for the whisker on the face … More
Any Common Desolation
Any Common Desolation can be enough to make you look upat the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the fewthat … More
Another Loss to Stop For
Another Loss to Stop For Against such cold and mercurial mornings, watch the wind whirl one leaf across … More
As Planned
As Planned After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness … More
Empathy and New Year
Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More
A Blessing in Disguise
A Blessing in Disguise Yes, they are alive and can have those colors, But I, in my soul, am alive … More
What you read in 2019
Here are my most popular blog posts of 2019. As you will have seen, I am taking a brief sabbatical … More
Advent poems 24: Mary, by Anthony Wilson
Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my rib cage when I knelt to pray. They … More
Advent poems 23: BC – AD, by U A Fanthorpe
BC – AD This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the … More
Advent poems 22: December, by James Schuyler
December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More
Advent poems 21: Supper, by Beverley Bie Brahic
Supper Never before has she danced so well. Now she stands before him, her feet bare, Anklets lightly … More
Goodbye to being a poet
For reasons I cannot go into here, I am finishing 2019 in a tired frame of mind. (I am not … More
Advent poems 20: Humankind, by Kerry Hardie
Humankind We carry the trust. It was not imposed on us, nor are we heedless. Sometimes the stillness stands in … More
Advent poems 19: Drunken Winter, by Joseph Ceravolo
Drunken Winter Oak oak! like like it then cold some wild paddle so sky then; flea you say “geese … More
Advent poems 18: Ways of Rebelling, by Natalie Handal
Ways of Rebelling Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to … More
Advent poems 17: Ultramarine, by Michael Symmons Roberts
Ultramarine for Philip Archer Looking for the perfect blue, water to swim in, not through, to fill his … More