Guest Blog Post: Don’t Think About A White Horse, by Kate Bowles

Don’t Think About A White Horse Coming closer, he turns out to be you – or nearly. Once you … More

Poetry and illness

Medicine The black hair of my Chinese doctor gleams like combed ink as he leans over his desk, with quick … More

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

I’m grateful to you, you see. I wanted to tell you. –Raymond Carver (‘For Tess’) A kind, wise man once … More

Just about everyone I know who reads and writes poetry seriously owes a debt of one kind or another to … More

To safe and almost universal silence I published How Far From Here is Home? (Stride) a few days before Christmas in … More

And sometimes you don’t know where it comes from. It appears as a heat, prickly, under your skin, your scalp. … More

As I say in my full length review of Jo Shapcott’s Of Mutability, really good books about cancer are rare. Really … More

I was struck by a remark of Seamus Heaney in an interview he gave some years ago now. He … More