Living the dream

Or this one. You arrive at the venue early but there is no one there to greet you. You pace … More

A new poem, for Children’s Heart Week

Yesterday I published a new poem on Rebecca Goss’ website, in aid of Children’s Heart Week. You can find … More

We had been in the new city for two months. The house we had bought was even more of a … More

Don’t forget, this is inside us every day -Stephen Berg This is not happening. It happened. Past tense. One … More

Then this. We are sitting with hospital mugs of tea, in the Quiet Room. We are all leaning forward, listening … More

I followed a lead, nudged by a hunch, and it brought me here. The book is In Their Own Words (edited by … More

My main memory of watching The West Wing is the way Martin Sheen would wrap up discussions with his staff by … More

This is the day we go the hospital as usual. We have banter with Jörn and Nadine while they inject … More

I am at a thing. It is not my thing, it is someone else’s thing. Poets are there. People I … More

[S]everal things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man … More

I am at a thing. I have been asked to read a couple of poems. It is not my thing, … More

I have said goodbye to the poem. For a while, a long while, we were not even speaking. After the … More

The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More

I am being pursued by the poem. It has been there for several years now, asking to be written. I … More

You stick to the routines you have set up, notebook observations, voracious reading, sending the work out to mags, even … More

The impetus behind this blog is praise. I hope it comes across. I made a vow that I would use … More

Having not succeeded at school, I’ve always thought of poetry as the holidays, rather than term-time. Hugo Williams I went … More

The Little Snoring Poetry Group have written to you asking if you would come and read to them some of … More