Nowhere Poet

It is odd to speak of missing someone you never met, but this is how I feel about the American … More

From the archives: Why I miss Robert Rehder

It is odd to speak of missing someone you never met, but this is how I feel about the American … More

Dear Peter Cover-to-cover and back-to-back twice, as I do, once before sleeping, then between zeds on a train woken to Tickets, … More

It Is Summer for Months Clothes are skimpy and tans are got without flight bags. We saunter beside a … More

Sometime in the early Nineties I did a very brave thing. I took myself to a poetry reading. I went … More

One of the pleasures of being alive is reading John Ash. Think of a prize-winning poet, someone you think of … More

It is nearly twenty years since I bought Peter Sansom’s Writing Poems. Among that wonderful book’s many delights I found … More