On not having cancer

On certain afternoons I am certain it has come back. A twinge in my right side, where the pain … 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

Days Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in your waking hand or set upon your forehead moments … More

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

I once heard Andrew Motion give a poetry reading at a day-conference for teachers, writers and writers in education. There … More

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

I first met Lawrence Sail at a private view at a gallery just outside Exeter. My family and I … More

I came across Hubert Moore’s fantastic book of poems The Hearing Room (Shoetstring, 2006) via my friend and neighbour Lawrence Sail. In … More