Do not pass go, do not collect £200

The grief keeps on coming. Though I write from my place of privilege, of safety, it still feels relentless. … More

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That isn’t me in the photo, though it could be. A bald man in vaguely sportif clothing trying to take an … More

‘Good Christmas?’ I say. ’Fairytale,’ the book says. ‘Grimm.’ ’Are you here all week?’ ’Unlike some of us.’ ’It was … More

Here are my most frequently-read blog posts of 2018, according to my WordPress stats. First, from the Lifesaving Poems … More

‘What have you learned, do you think?’ the book says. ‘Do you mind, I’m trying to have a bath!’ ‘Now … More

We are in Richard and Andi’s kitchen in their minuscule flat on the Wandsworth Road in the early nineties. Richard … More

The book is already seated at the desk when I enter my office. Papers and books are strewn over every surface. … More

One of the biggest influences on my life, let alone my writing, is Martin Wilson. I should know; he’s my … More

The way it starts. With an ending. Just before our love got lost. We have all been here: the wit … More

Dear Anthony I’m writing to let you know what you already know in your bones, as you put it much … More