I am not completely stupid. I know celebrity culture is here to stay. As my children frequently remind me, ‘It … More
Category: Cancer
The woman at the workshop
I am at a thing. Not a famous thing, but an important one nevertheless. People are there, people you and … More
Poetry and illness
Medicine The black hair of my Chinese doctor gleams like combed ink as he leans over his desk, with quick … More
On not relapsing
A year ago I had a relapse of my cancer. Except I didn’t. For a week or so I knew … More
Beverly Rycroft’s missing
The other day I was asked what I look for in poetry. Needing to give a quick answer I said: I … More
Influences: Jörn Cann’s art
This is Jörn Cann. He was my ward doctor at the haematology unit where I was treated for non-Hodgkin’s … More
Then this
I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More
This is the day
I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More
The Good, in memory of Anna Craft
My friend and colleague Anna Craft has died. She was famous -if that is the right word- as a researcher … More
Losing my ambition
I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More
To my cancer
I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More
The Year of Drinking Water, seven years on (free download)
Seven years ago I published The Year of Drinking Water, a pamphlet of poems, about my experience of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma (Exeter … More
Probably better
A scan, with different initials. The train journey to it, biting nails; the one back pretending not to be radioactive. … More
The cancer World Cup
The ward is a void without him. Football blares in the corner, the monotonous roar of the crowd unleavened by … More
A Case of You
The way it starts. With an ending. Just before our love got lost. We have all been here: the wit … More
Curtains
The room is small, the size of a student bedsit. An enormous grey sofa takes up most of the space. … More
Now the silences are right
I am completely torn apart -Rupert Loydell When I first read Raymond Carver’s Fires I loved and understood all of it, … More
This isn’t happening
Don’t forget, this is inside us every day -Stephen Berg This is not happening. It happened. Past tense. One … More