The how of it

A little taster for you. This is an essay from my forthcoming book Deck Shoes. – I was having … More

The Afterlife has arrived

– –for Peter and Amanda Carpenter Yesterday a miraculous thing happened. I took delivery of a box containing copies … More

As the holiday season continues I repost this list of various found poems that I have made over the … More

There isn’t much left to be done. The proof reading, the book blurbs (they take longer than the poems), the … More

After what feels like a very long wait since the publication of Riddance in 2012, I am delighted to be publishing … More

Some of you will have seen this blog post before. It is a taster of some of the contents … More

I think I am done. I think. I think, therefore I am done? I think I am. No doubt there … More

When Riddance came out in 2012 people said some very nice and kind things about it. But that is not … More

I have been doing the proofs to my new books. And I am scared. Scared that I have got it … More

And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company The Go-Betweens, Part … More

‘What are you doing?’ says the book. ‘Nothing.’ ‘Doesn’t look like it.’ ‘Listening to the cricket,’ if you must know. … More

Poems hatch Poems hatch from memory, fantasy, the need to communicate with the living, the dead, the unborn. Poems come … More

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are … More

I think I will write you a letter, June day. Dear June Fifth, you’re all green, so many kinds and … More

I am delighted to announce some readings to promote my forthcoming books The Afterlife and Deck Shoes with Worple Press and … More

‘You knew how to live in those days’ Peter Sansom Sometime in the early Nineties my friend … More

I have been reading Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It For Life recently. In it she asks … More

I have carried it with me each day, that sense of shame about the fact that I write, that it … More