The Burning Of The Houses Tottenham is on fire and I work in an arts centre where the sky is … More
Tag: Life Lessons
I quit
I am at a thing. A historic thing. (An historic thing? I will never know). Poets are there. Household names. … 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
On not relapsing
A year ago I had a relapse of my cancer. Except I didn’t. For a week or so I knew … More
Dusk
Reading Thomas Lux’s magnificent new Selected Poems reminded me recently that I first heard his poems before I read them. One of … More
Past fifty
Well, it’s happening. Happened, I mean. Stuff I thought would last forever -film titles, the actors in them, scenes of … More
Adélia Prado’s tone
She started as a name. There I was, following my nose, minding my own business, trying to ignore all instincts … More
Beverly Rycroft’s missing
The other day I was asked what I look for in poetry. Needing to give a quick answer I said: I … More
Influences: Alan Booth
Alan Booth wasn’t the first teacher to teach me something, but he was the first who drew me into the … More
Influences: Jörn Cann’s art
This is Jörn Cann. He was my ward doctor at the haematology unit where I was treated for non-Hodgkin’s … More
Influences: Peter Bourke
In 1991 we moved to a house in Brixton, south London. Of all our welcomes, that of our neighbour, the … More
Influences: Martin Wilson
One of the biggest influences on my life, let alone my writing, is Martin Wilson. I should know; he’s my … More
Lifesaving Poems: the book
Photograph © Bloodaxe Books Ltd I am delighted to announce that my Lifesaving Poems series of blog posts has now become … More
The People of the Other Village, by Thomas Lux
One of the poets I am most looking forward to listening to at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival in November is … More
Just one thing
It all started with two remarks, one by a friend, the other by a stranger at work. ß The friend’s … More
Not exactly fearless
Someone who knows me very well knocked me sideways with a comment the other day. Remarking on this blog, … More
Lifesaving Poems: Naomi Shihab Nye’s ‘The Art of Disappearing’
The Art of Disappearing When they say Don’t I know you?say no. When they invite you to the partyremember what … More
The man kept piling things on
I am driving to a thing. Not a famous thing, an out of the way thing. A classroom, perhaps. … More