Lifesaving poems of summer

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

Happy James Schuyler Day

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

For the final Saturday in Lent, and the final post of this LentBlog series, I have great pleasure in reposting … More

This being a Saturday in Lent, I am reblogging a favourite post from my archives. Here is one of … More

Today is Saturday, and as with other Saturdays this Lent I am reposting a favourite blog post from my archive. … More

This is a Saturday in Lent, so I am reposting a favourite older post from my archives. See you on … More

This being a Saturday in Lent, I am reposting a favourite blog post from my archives. See you after the … More

Ann Sansom is one of my all-time favourite people, poets or normal, ever. I count myself fortunate to have worked … More

Waiting for the Barbarians What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. … More

Going There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken … More

The Curtain Falls Suddenly a life is over – Ends with such serious charades The Dean makes lame quips … More

Poem Without Sleep All the things that could happen to the baby came to me last night as I … More

Reading Frank O’Hara in the Hospital 1 The IV drips its slow news. So long, lean and turbulent morning! … More

In a Church No, no time for this the outside clamours to be heard, the books, you see, the … More

Dear Friends Here are the blog posts which you read most often in 2017, according to my WordPress stats: … More

The other day I was asked what I look for in poetry. Needing to give a quick answer I … More

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More

Mansize Now you aren’t here I find myself ironing linen squares, three by three, the way my mother’s always done, … More

I turn the radio on and switch it off again, unable to settle to anything. There is still no sign … More