I Am Not I I am not I. I am this one walking beside me whom I do not…
Cancer patients’ reviews of Love for Now
My memoir of cancer, Love for Now, has been reviewed by cancer patients, and former patients, under the aegis of Macmillan…
At the reading
I get to the reading on time. I find a place near the front, so I can get to the…
No poem to write
Sometimes I think it’s gone forever -Ken Smith I want to write a poem, Seamus Heaney says, but I have…
Answering Back
Seth Godin says in The Icarus Deception that however many good reviews you are lucky to get for your work, it…
Heal into time and other people
I have been thinking a lot recently about the gap between what is expected of us and what we think…
What not to say
Just as I do not go around thinking about my cancer all the time, there are times when I feel…
Another look at Tranströmer’s ‘Alone’
I have been thinking a lot recently about Tomas Tranströmer’s poem ‘Alone’. When I first read it I was taken…
The fame question
When I visit schools to read and talk about poetry there is often some sort of Q and A following…
New Year Letter
Dear Anthony (I will never get used to calling you Tony) Here are some words of advice from your nearing-fifty-year-old…
Books that changed me in 2013
I began the year with two books which helped me slow down and breathe: Christian McEwen’s World Enough and Time and…
The most read Lifesaving Poems of 2013
These are the most read Lifesaving Poems posts of 2013. Mary Oliver, ‘The Journey’ I first read this on…
On not being grateful for cancer
An old friend of mine wrote to me the other day, out of the blue, to tell me about…
Advent poem 4: Herod
Herod With Wikileaks in the headlines you could say the timing was perfect. Three Iraqi profs…
Poetry highlights of 2013
Two readings stood out for me in 2013. The first was at an arts centre in the middle of nowhere…
Teachers’ views of creativity
Teachers’ views of creativity is my new research article exploring poetry writing pedagogy. Here is the Abstract: Discourses of creativity in…
Advent poem 3: Mary
Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my ribcage when I knelt to pray. They…
Advent poem 2: The Holiday Inn
The Holiday Inn Northerners. But honest. Him, hands like shovels, his eyes brimming and fish-flick. And her,…