Come to me as a heap on his bed, the Jurassic layers of his early adulthood here in Exeter abandoned … More
Author: Anthony Wilson
#NaBloPoMo 18 – Afterwards
After they left, the house went very quiet. No one really knew about the quietness but me. I played a … More
#NaBloPoMo 17 – Coffee? (meditation on a blog post by Josephine Corcoran)
If you came round for coffee these days you’d be offered decaff. Doctor’s orders, I’d say. And against my better … More
#NaBloPoMo 16 – To autumn
What I love about autumn is the night arriving early. What I hate about autumn is the day leaving even … More
#NaBloPoMo 14 – Some secrets
One of the signs of my anxiety is when I start to look obsessively at stationery blogs. I adore NCIS. … More
#NaBloPoMo 13 – His notebook highlights strewn
Dean Paul Granny § ‘What students in classrooms say is an exceptionally precious learning resource. Every time a teacher receives … More
#NaBloPoMo 12 – The Alan Booth method
I have been thinking a lot recently about Alan Booth, my English teacher from the ages of 11 to 13. … More
#NaBloPoMo 11 – Fear
Fear after Raymond Carver Fear of cancer returning That phone call in the night Fear of Donald Trump Fear … More
#NaBloPoMo 10 – I have no idea what I’m doing
A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 8 -Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More
#NaBloPoMo 7 – The paradox of poetry, by Seamus Heaney
I have to be honest and say that, in the light of yesterday’s US Election result, I am tempted to … More
#NaBloPoMo 6 – The Ottowa Poetry Newsletter
My friend Rupert Loydell has emailed me a list of blog posts curated by Rob Mclennan on writing at the … More
#NaBloPoMo 5 – Michael Longley interview with Krista Tippett
I feel a great sense of weariness as I look at the current political scene. Domestically, in the UK, we … More
#NaBloPoMo 4 – Sowing in fertile ground
I wasn’t always lazy. As I have written before, I think it became a safety valve for me around the … More
#NaBloPoMo 3 – Inimical to writing
My friend and I were almost at the end of our hour together. Banana cake (me), almond croissant (him). China … More
#NaBloPoMo 2 – My tribe of one
There I was with my friend, on my second cup of tea. He had just asked me why I do … More
#NaBloPoMo 1 – I am lazy
You write a blog post every day since the middle of July. It goes fine. But just as you begin … More
Guilty
I have begun to acclimatise myself to the fact that the Book is not coming back. To lure it back … More