The things themselves

So this is a bit spooky. All week I had in mind these marvellous final words from Lucille Clifton’s poem … More

Not exactly good riddance

Just a few hours left of 2021. Time to reflect on what this year has been. Until a week or … More

Two great lines for the price of one (it is Christmas, after all) this week, from Marie Howe’s extraordinary poem … More

Thank you to everyone who has commented to me either publicly or in private about my new series of blog … More

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

The line that’s been buzzing round my head this week is the final phrase from Michael Laskey’s miracle poem of … More

Recently, my relationship with Wednesdays has changed. It’s quite a long story, and one I don’t want to trouble you … More

The line that’s been buzzing round my head the last couple of weeks is from Robert Lowell’s heartbreaking poem ‘For … More

I was at a thing. Very rarely for me, it was my own thing, only my second in front of … More