Homesick

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward … More

The Parable of the Book (free eBook)

For those of you who have been enjoying my series of adventures with ‘the book’, here is a free eBook … More

We’re done

Ordinary morning sounds from outside drift into the room where I am working. Birdsong. A car being parked. The noise … More

You will never be ready

‘What are you waiting for?’ the book says. ‘I’m not ready,’ I say. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I’m not ready. … More

Terrible work

I am having a clear out. I am putting my notebooks, drafts and scraps of paper into a box file. … More

Talking about cutting

‘I’m going away for a bit.’ ‘Can I come?’ says the book. ‘I was hoping to leave you at home,’ … More

There isn’t a plan

‘People are talking you know.’ It is mid-afternoon and I have crashed out for a nap. The book has come … More

Autobiography

I wrote a book with my coat   I wrote with the coat of my childhood and I wrote with … More

Did you miss me?

‘Did you miss me?’ ‘It was only a couple of days.’ ‘Yes, but did you miss me?’ ‘Barely two days.’ … More

In the waiting room

The book has had a fall, and now we are sitting in a waiting room, waiting to be seen. This … More