Coming home to Aldeburgh

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost … More

The People of the Other Village, by Thomas Lux

One of the poets I am most looking forward to listening to at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival in November is … More

Never having succeeded at school, I’ve always thought of poetry as the holidays, not term time. Hugo Williams In November … More

Morning on Earth Morning on earth, light snow, and just when it was so warm, practically spring. But the thermometer … More

I heard Michael Symmons Roberts give a magisterial reading from his book Drysalter recently. It was exemplary on so many levels, not … More

In February, 1999 I was sitting in a car park with Naomi Jaffa when she asked me what I … More

You make the thing because you love the thing and you love the thing because someone else loved it enough … More

Kin“You make me sick!” this, with rancor, vehemence, disgust—again, “You hear me? Sick!”with rancor, vehemence, disgust again, with rage and … More

Some of the UsualStanding in the kitchen before breakfast, not including some of the usual —what to buy in Budgens … More

Some writers influence you through the pull of their imagination on your work, opening up new worlds as you read … More