The things themselves

So this is a bit spooky. All week I had in mind these marvellous final words from Lucille Clifton’s poem … More

Twist and reek

For several weeks before Christmas I had these words from Ian McMillan’s peerless ‘Stone, I Presume’ rattling around my head. … More

Just a few hours left of 2021. Time to reflect on what this year has been. Until a week or … More

Thank you to everyone who has commented to me either publicly or in private about my new series of blog … More

We have a lot of windows. I sit next to them at this time of the year thinking, Just five … More

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

As I try to hold on to beginner’s mind, I recall the practice of falling in love at a moment’s … More

One of the great joys for me this summer was being able to get back to Greenbelt, a festival of … More

Here is a list of various found poems that I have made over the years. Happy holiday reading and looking … More