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A scan, with different initials. The train journey to it, biting nails; the one back pretending not to be radioactive. … More

The burnt horizon

I am at a thing. It is my thing, contributing to the thing of others, who I do not know. … More

The ward is a void without him. Football blares in the corner, the monotonous roar of the crowd unleavened by … More

I met the furniture designer Duncan Kramer at summer camp. Not as kids but as what we laughingly called leaders. … More

The book is not in love with me. I shower it with love and promises of more stationery, but all … More

I’m talking about real influence now –Raymond Carver This is the first in a new series of blog posts about people … More

Jörn Cann wasn’t my friend. He was my doctor. He was famous before we even met him as the doctor … More

The way it starts. With an ending. Just before our love got lost. We have all been here: the wit … More

The room is small, the size of a student bedsit. An enormous grey sofa takes up most of the space. … More

I have not read a book in six months -Raymond Carver, ‘Drinking While Driving’ I can still remember the shock … More

We are driving to a thing. We are lost. It is a lunch thing, so the children are in tow. … More

‘We are at a party that doesn’t love us‘ – Tomas Tranströmer We are at a thing. Not a poetry … More

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

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