James Schuyler: Centenary year celebrations

Open call for guest blog posts celebrating the life and work of James Schuyler This November, we celebrate the centenary … More

On having allies

I once heard a senior British poet warming to a riff during a reading on the topic of the acknowledgements … More

This time last year, I had begun a third period waiting for a response to a new manuscript of poems. … More

One of the things I have learned about myself in the last year or so is that I can sometimes … More

I like to think of myself as a pretty consistent person. I look askance with a certain smugness at the … More

Thank you to everyone who stopped by and liked or commented on yesterday’s blog post about the UCU strike action … More

What’s been happening? Well, not much. Which is another, deflecting, way of saying quite a lot, actually. So much that … More

Heather Trickey was a social research scientist, charity worker, Quaker and poet. In 2020, during the first Covid lockdown, she … More

Early May. Sitting in the bay window upstairs at Cricklewood revising for finals. My pink vest and purple jeans phase. … More

I said here a couple of years ago that Natalie Jabbar’s blog of curated poems each April is like a … More

Our tiny minds blown by ‘The Wreck of the Deutschland’, ‘Spelt From Sibyl’s Leaves’ and ‘As Kingfisher’s Catch Fire’, we … More

On a spring day as far from ‘late in dour October’ it would be harder to imagine, James Schuyler’s The … More

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

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