Rupert Loydell is shouting at the countryside. I have got up at sparrow-fart to drive him to the Blandford … More
Category: Being a Poet
#NaBloPoMo 24 – See you later
Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, that month in the year when someone decides it is a nice idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 23 – Prayer
Dear God Do you think you could fix it so that I might have some of Martin’s playfulness, his … More
#NaBloPoMo 22 – When Josephine Corcoran interviewed me
As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More
#NaBloPoMo 20 – On ambition
It wasn’t much of a day. I was in noodle-mode, sticking things into my day book, quotes and articles and … More
#NaBloPoMo 17 – Coffee? (meditation on a blog post by Josephine Corcoran)
If you came round for coffee these days you’d be offered decaff. Doctor’s orders, I’d say. And against my better … More
#NaBloPoMo 13 – His notebook highlights strewn
Dean Paul Granny § ‘What students in classrooms say is an exceptionally precious learning resource. Every time a teacher receives … More
#NaBloPoMo 10 – I have no idea what I’m doing
A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 8 -Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More
#NaBloPoMo 6 – The Ottowa Poetry Newsletter
My friend Rupert Loydell has emailed me a list of blog posts curated by Rob Mclennan on writing at the … More
#NaBloPoMo 5 – Michael Longley interview with Krista Tippett
I feel a great sense of weariness as I look at the current political scene. Domestically, in the UK, we … More
#NaBloPoMo 4 – Sowing in fertile ground
I wasn’t always lazy. As I have written before, I think it became a safety valve for me around the … More
#NaBloPoMo 3 – Inimical to writing
My friend and I were almost at the end of our hour together. Banana cake (me), almond croissant (him). China … More
#NaBloPoMo 2 – My tribe of one
There I was with my friend, on my second cup of tea. He had just asked me why I do … More
Guilty
I have begun to acclimatise myself to the fact that the Book is not coming back. To lure it back … More
A household name
I turn the radio on and switch it off again, unable to settle to anything. There is still no sign … More
Cooking in a Bedsitter
There is still no sign of the book. I go for a walk; it is not there. I visit our … More
The empty house
True to its word, the book has disappeared. There isn’t a trace of it in the house, not even a … More