The chances are, more of us are mortal than have multiple orgasms -Violet Weingarten, Intimations of Mortality When I was diagnosed … More
Category: non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma
Together we can beat war as a metaphor for cancer
If there is one difference I hope to make with Love for Now book it is to challenge the overwhelming … More
Cancer, I found no poetry in you
I was formally diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, a cancer of the lymphatic system, on Valentine’s Day, 2006. I was 42. … More
When Your Friend is Diagnosed with Cancer
If you have a friend who is diagnosed with cancer, the best thing to do in terms of what to … More
How I Wrote Love for Now
There wasn’t a plan. On January 1, 2006 I woke up with a sharp pain on my right side. I … More
Why I wrote Love for Now
I began writing Love for Now, my journal-memoir of diagnosis and treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2006, one week before I … More
Remembering Jörn Cann
To all who knew him, it was a tragedy,one year ago, to lose the life-force that was Jörn Cann. I … More
On Riddance
Riddance is published today. It is my fourth full-length collection of poems and my third with Worple Press. You can … More
On Radiotherapy
This week six years ago I began the course of radiotherapy which was to mark the final chapter of my … More
Lifesaving Poems: Rutger Kopland’s ‘I Cavalli di Leonardo’
I Cavalli di LeonardoAll those sketches he left behind –endless series of repetitions: bunches of muscles, sinews,knuckles, joints, the entire … More
Life After Chemo
The oddest phase of my experience of cancer six years ago was the period of time after my chemotherapy treatment … More
Lifesaving Poems: George Messo’s ‘The Beautiful Apartments’
The Beautiful ApartmentsThe thought working its way towards the light.-Ludwig Wittgenstein, 1946In the empty blockacross the lake from hereyou notice … More
The Quiet Room
Six years ago today I was told I wasn’t going to die. Those weren’t the words my consultant used, but … More
Lifesaving Poems: Patrick Kavanagh’s ‘Wet Evening in April’
Wet Evening in AprilThe birds sang in the wet treesAnd as I listened to them it was a hundred years … More