I have to be honest and say that, in the light of yesterday’s US Election result, I am tempted to … More
Category: Life Lessons
#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
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
The Half-Finished Heaven, by Tomas Tranströmer
The Half-Finished Heaven Despondency breaks off its course.Anguish breaks off its course.The vulture breaks off its flight. The eager light … More
Tracks, by Tomas Tranströmer
Tracks 2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of … More
Reading Wallace Stevens
‘I’ve been reading Wallace Stevens.’ ‘So?’ ‘I thought you’d be pleased.’ ‘I don’t get it.’ ‘Wallace Stevens!’ ‘I know who … More
Remission anniversary ten
The way I found out, just as with my diagnosis, was via a segment of a conversation about other things. … More
Your worst book
‘I’m depressed,’ the book says. ‘We can’t both be depressed,’ I say. ‘One of us needs to function.’ ‘Well it’s not … More
To the Mincing Poets
Last Sunday I attended the last ever group meeting and reading of the Mincing Poets, in Exeter. A classic … More
Losing touch
‘I’m tired.’ ‘You’re always saying that.’ ‘But I am.’ ‘Really? Is that what’s really going on?’ ‘I don’t know where … More
Are you lonely?
‘Are you lonely?’ says the book. ‘Why are you asking?’ ‘Are you?’ ‘Do I look lonely?’ ‘Does it come on … More
Waiting to be found out
‘It’s come back.’ ‘What has?’ says the book. ‘That feeling.’ ‘You’re writing again, that’s great,’ says the book. ‘No, not … More
Open letter to James Schuyler
Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More
Go-to poet?
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More