It’s winter again / I am living

Two great lines for the price of one (it is Christmas, after all) this week, from Marie Howe’s extraordinary poem … More

We all matter

I have been thinking a lot about the poetry of Julia Darling this week. Her work became essential to me … More

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

I was at a thing. Very rarely for me, it was my own thing, only my second in front of … More

To continue this season of not, where I have been reposting old blog posts and links to some others, I … More

There were just a few of us in the room, gathered round a table. I had been invited to speak. … More

I am not completely stupid. I know celebrity culture is here to stay. As my children frequently remind me, ‘It … More

I had bumped into a friend at the cash machine. We greeted each other, as we always do, with a … More

It wasn’t all rain. There were rainbows among which Shawna has blogged about fountain pens again. Honestly, she could do … More