The sixth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by Naomi Shihab Nye. A Palestinian Might Say, by Naomi Shihab … More
Author: Anthony Wilson
Palestine Advent 5: I Suffer a Phobia Called Hope, by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat
The fifth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestinian poet Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, translated by Fady Joudah. … More
Palestine Advent 4: Movements, by Fatena Al-Gharra
The fourth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestininan poet Fatenah Al-Gharra, translated by Anna Murison and … More
Palestine Advent 3: Others Are Us, by Natalie Handal
The third poem in our Palestine Advent series is by Natalie Handal. Others Are Us, by Natalie Handal. Nathalie Handal … More
Palestine Advent 2: Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear, by Mosab Abu Toha
The second poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestinian poet Mosab Abu Toha. Things You May Find … More
Palestine Advent 1: I Grant You Refuge, by Hiba Abu Nada
Welcome to this series of Palestine Advent blog posts. Each day for the next twenty-four days I will post a … More
Palestine Advent – a new blog series starting tomorrow
Starting tomorrow, to mark the season of Advent, a new blog series celebrating the work of Palestinian poets. Each day … More
And The Telephone Church
In the late Eighties and early Nineties I spent a lot of time in the company of my friend Richard … More
Timorous or bold
Timorous or bold are the first three words of Seamus Heaney’s famous (to me) ‘Elegy’ for Robert Lowell. They’ve been … More
‘I hate this time of year’
Photo credit: Andrew Rumsey This, from a person I have met a handful of times, our dogs nosing each other … More
Uniformed comedians
I’ve been saying Tom Paulin’s line about ‘uniformed comedians’ a lot this summer. I don’t really want to go into … More
Against plashing
Somewhere right at the beginning of all this, before the internet, when everything was scarce, not least poetry, a word … More
On boarding schools and cancer
Two big stories in the media this week, neither of which I wanted to write about, but which now seem … More
On not keeping up
Like the man Hemingway describes going bankrupt gradually and then suddenly, I realised the other day that I can no … More
Carole Satyamurti’s eyes
I pinched myself to be there. God knows how I got invited. I can’t remember. Perhaps I invited myself. Poets … More
On having my books in one room
It felt like a good idea at the time. A way to pass lockdown, of trying to ignore the grief … More
On the missing short story
It was going to be great. I wrote it more than seven years ago, in two bursts after work with … More
On going back in
I’ve been thinking of Anne Lamott’s line in Bird by Bird recently, where she talks about the writing life not … More