Workshopping Settee in Autumn

Settee in Autumn The leaves change colour and fallon the russet settee. Sticky buds are stuckdown the back of the … More

On nearly going back to Twitter

I nearly went back on Twitter the other day. Not once, but several times. One of my very lovely relatives … More

Paul Brookes at Wombwell Rainbow has posted an interview with me about my reading and writing life, my influences … More

I am love with making notes. I makes notes in the morning, at bedtime, in the private places, in meetings, … More

Dear Friends I am thrilled and delighted to be launching my two new books, The Afterlife (Worple Press) and … More

I love this time of year. The city still seems to belong to itself. Mornings are still mornings, not a … More

I write a lot of things down. In part this is because I no longer remember anything. If I do … More

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

– –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

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