Lifesaving Lines: History, by Tomaž Šalamun

The other day I bumped into Tomaž Šalamun. I was enjoying the last few hours of walking around Ljubljana, took … More

Lifesaving Lines: “Still Do I Keep My Look, My Identity…”, by Gwendolyn Brooks

It was the dying of the light of my time on Twitter. Days when I miss it, I think of … More

I walked into the middle of a Ted Hughes poem the other week. An early morning dog walk, like any … More

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

But first came Plath. After Ursuala Le Guin, the only female author we studied (OK – Jane Austen). Her name … More

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

I have been thinking a lot about the poetry of Julia Darling this week. Her work became essential to me … More

We have a lot of windows. I sit next to them at this time of the year thinking, Just five … More

I thought of it before I knew I had remembered it. Just the word ‘then’. Rereading and searching at speed … More