Grandmaman

A few words about the piece below. I wrote the first draft of it in 1989, a year after the … More

Dreaming about X

I dreamt about my friend X last night. I don’t think I normally dream about him, and don’t recall having … More

It was such a privilege to read from the cornucopia of talent assembled in Lifesaving Poems at the Greenbelt Festival over … More

Made of orange card, it’s an outline of my son’s hand. Comprising two sections, one his tiny, spread fingers, … More

The Dead Woman If suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on. … More

This is the second in a series of guest blog posts about poets who have been overlooked and who should … More

Writing my way through bereavement I don’t approve of death. I’m with Edna St Vincent Millay: I am not … More

I am at a thing. Canals are there. Sunlight on them, the last tourists, a shifting of the seasons. ‘Soon … More

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

My friend and colleague Anna Craft has died. She was famous -if that is the right word- as a researcher … More