On Not Being Anthony Wilson

On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. … More

On not having cancer

On certain afternoons I am certain it has come back. A twinge in my right side, where the pain … More

Days Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in your waking hand or set upon your forehead moments … More

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

I once heard Andrew Motion give a poetry reading at a day-conference for teachers, writers and writers in education. There … More

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

I first met Lawrence Sail at a private view at a gallery just outside Exeter. My family and I … More

I came across Hubert Moore’s fantastic book of poems The Hearing Room (Shoetstring, 2006) via my friend and neighbour Lawrence Sail. In … More

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