UCU Strike Poems 9 – from Cats and a Cock, by Muriel Rukeyser

from Cats and a Cock We walk the streetsof the dark city,placards at backlight in our heads, Moon rides over … More

UCU Strike Poems 8 – Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009, by Margaret Alice

Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009 Attending the PMDS workshop today46-page page performance documentto be discussed in detail, I opened … More

Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen:It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even now, … More

‘The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to … More

I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for … More

Blind panic when the anthology I am in arrives. The hunt, ever more despairing, for my poem, certain that they … More

[…] you write becauseyou know them not because you understand thembecause you don’t you are stupid … More

Barely any bird-life since the gales. A robin’s song this morning, from behind the curtains. And yesterday one tiny blue … More

Two successes I can claim as a parent: they both love music and football (even if one of them supports … More

An Angel His people spoke to our people,contracts were exchanged,and the gig was on. Hush hush,no VIPs, most definitely … More

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

There’s a problem with that title, isn’t there? While I have not been completely silent (fifteen blog posts at most? … More

Every September is the same. I pack a bag for work, set off into the still warm sunshine, and wonder … More

I was on the phone to a writer friend the other week. In itself this is a rare occurrence: normally … More

His real name was Crispin. Bespectacled, quiffed, bandy legged, Ken wore the aloof expression of the terminally lonely, a tilt of … More

I found myself in the position of giving feedback to some writers recently. The writers were teachers who had signed … More

A Tuesday, appropriately. (Tuesday being the day I was formally diagnosed.) Poetic, it strikes me now. But at the time, … More

On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. I … More