Dear Friends Like the closed down (but still creative) shop window of Top Shop I saw on an early morning … More
Author: Anthony Wilson
Some rainbows
It wasn’t all rain. There were rainbows among which Shawna has blogged about fountain pens again. Honestly, she could do … More
Dear Cancer
Dear Cancer It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Fifteen years, to be precise. To the day. Amazing to realise it … More
The bombed cathedral
One of the touchstones that I would add to those I blogged about last week is a marvellous section from … More
Leap before you look
The problem with having had the gleam is that for it to mean anything, work has to ensue. I hate … More
The gleam
When someone asks me am I working on something, I never really know what to say. I want to answer … More
Lifesaving Poems: Richard Nicholson’s Intense
Intense Look out here comes that bloke with the worn out eyes. He’s always coming ’round here with his talk … More
Reasons to be cheerful
Ok, so it was a terrible week. But in other news, not such a bad one. My friend Katherine sent … More
The sweetness of 2020
I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and … More
Poem of the year?
Before I start, I want to say that this is not about stats. This is not about stats. What this … More
On ‘Goodbye to being a poet’
Just over a year ago I wrote a blog post talking about my ‘tired frame of mind’ and intention to … More
What you read in 2020
Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised … More
Another good week
Fourth Sunday in Advent This was another good week. Because it had rest in it. Because I re-read Anne Lamott’s … More
Seeds of hope
Introducing Seeds of Hope, the second anthology of poems, prayers, reflections and provocations from the human rights organisation Amos Trust. … More
This was a good week
Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More
In memory of Harold Budd
Harold Budd, May 24, 1936 – December 8, 2020 I am reposting this piece today in memory of Harold Budd, … More
The Sky Over My Mother’s House
The Sky Over My Mother’s House It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding … More
What you missed
What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listento … More