It all started with two remarks, one by a friend, the other by a stranger at work. ß The friend’s … More
Tag: Life Lessons
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
Thingless
I am not at a thing. The things have dried up (or I have stopped going). I am thingless. I … More
How to disappear
The review isn’t exactly vicious as such, merely purely personal and savage. It stops short of questioning your parentage, but … More
The poem always wins
You think it will be about your childhood. It turns out to be about an onion. Or a night in … More
It has gone
For now, at least, it has gone. The notebooks with promising phrases, the backs of envelopes with doodles: they are … More
After the thing
I have finished the thing. People come up to me to say things. It seems to have gone well. While … More
The Year of Drinking Water, seven years on (free download)
Seven years ago I published The Year of Drinking Water, a pamphlet of poems, about my experience of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma (Exeter … More
Probably better
A scan, with different initials. The train journey to it, biting nails; the one back pretending not to be radioactive. … More
The cancer World Cup
The ward is a void without him. Football blares in the corner, the monotonous roar of the crowd unleavened by … More
Hated by the book
The book is not in love with me. I shower it with love and promises of more stationery, but all … More
Why aren’t you dead yet?
Jörn Cann wasn’t my friend. He was my doctor. He was famous before we even met him as the doctor … More
A Case of You
The way it starts. With an ending. Just before our love got lost. We have all been here: the wit … More
Curtains
The room is small, the size of a student bedsit. An enormous grey sofa takes up most of the space. … More
Lifesaving Poems: Tonnus Oosterhoff’s ‘Middle Ages’
Middle Ages (Translated by Paul Vincent) Folk from the past jostled for a place in the wall with distant … More
Such fun
We are driving to a thing. We are lost. It is a lunch thing, so the children are in tow. … More