I am delighted to have The Four of Us, a new poem, in London Grip New Poetry, which you can find … More
Category: Anthony Wilson
A new poem, ‘S’, from Antiphon Issue 12
I am delighted to be included in Issue Twelve of Antiphon poetry magazine. You can read my new poem, ‘S’, … More
Influences: Martin Wilson
One of the biggest influences on my life, let alone my writing, is Martin Wilson. I should know; he’s my … More
Get out of the house while you can
Dear Ant So you’ve had your first chemotherapy treatment. That first night, when you came home and carried the sick … More
Two new poems
I am delighted to have two new poems on Josephine Corcoran’s And Other Poems poetry blog. This is where you … More
Teachers’ views of creativity in poetry writing
The third Writing Research Across Borders conference takes place this week in Paris. I will be presenting a poster of … More
Walking into the light
We walked into the brunt light, towards the hospital. The air was dry, February-cold. Traffic was going about its … More
When did I get this?
One year go I celebrated with friends the publication of Love for Now, my journal-memoir of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a cancer of … More
By the way, you live
Dear Anthony I’m writing to let you know what you already know in your bones, as you put it much … More
At the reading
I get to the reading on time. I find a place near the front, so I can get to the … More
Heal into time and other people
I have been thinking a lot recently about the gap between what is expected of us and what we think … More
The fame question
When I visit schools to read and talk about poetry there is often some sort of Q and A following … More
New Year Letter
Dear Anthony (I will never get used to calling you Tony) Here are some words of advice from your nearing-fifty-year-old … More
Advent poem 4: Herod
Herod With Wikileaks in the headlines you could say the timing was perfect. Three Iraqi profs … More
Advent poem 3: Mary
Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my ribcage when I knelt to pray. They … More
Advent poem 2: The Holiday Inn
The Holiday Inn Northerners. But honest. Him, hands like shovels, his eyes brimming and fish-flick. And her, … More
Advent poem 1: Joseph
Joseph They say there are signs. Not with her. I’m no professor but neither am I stupid. … More
Gratitude
I’m grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you. –Raymond Carver (‘For Tess’) A kind, wise man once … More