The Milkmaid

The book has vanished. I don’t mean left the house, or popped out to see a friend. I mean vanished. … More

Packing to leave

‘Passport?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Flight info?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Euros?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Underpants?’ The book glares at me. ‘What do you take me for?’ ‘It … More

Because failure is assured

Recently I have been reading the exquisite prose of Janna Malamud Smith, in her book-length meditation on creativity: An Absorbing Errand: … More

On Discovering My Voice

I am at a thing. Canals are there. Sunlight on them, the last tourists, a shifting of the seasons. ‘Soon … More

Seth Godin: V is for Vulnerable

Yesterday I listened to a dialogue between Debbie Millman and Seth Godin on art-making, resistance, anxiety, how the internet has changed … More

Lifesaving Poems: Craig Raine’s ‘Heaven on Earth’

Heaven on Earth   Now that it is night, you fetch the wash from outer space,   from the frozen … More

Why do it?

because of the words and because of the books because of the woman in the anorak at the swimming baths … More