Jealous

‘I think we’re done,’ the book says. ‘Are you leaving?’ ‘I think so, yes.’ ‘So you’re going then?’ ‘Yes. I … 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

Murdering my darling

I have murdered my darling. Like a bird of a certain blue vintage, it is ex, dead, kaput, finished. The … More

I Am Not I

I Am Not I I am not I.                    I am this one walking beside me whom I do not … More

No poem to write

Sometimes I think it’s gone forever -Ken Smith I want to write a poem, Seamus Heaney says, but I have … More

Gratitude

I’m grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you. –Raymond Carver (‘For Tess’) A kind, wise man once … More

Losing my ambition

Towards the end of my treatment for cancer in 2006 I had one of the most profound conversations of my … More