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

How to be a writing tutor

Thanks to the vision and generosity of Jean Sprackland, between 1999-2001 I had the privilege of working with the great … More

How to attend a poetry reading

Sometime in the early Nineties I did a very brave thing. I took myself to a poetry reading. I went … More

All this sitting about in cafés

The Sofas, Fogs and Cinemas   I have lived it, and lived it, My nervous, luxury civilisation, My sugar-loving nerves … More

The bow and the lyre

I followed a lead, nudged by a hunch, and it brought me here. The book is In Their Own Words (edited by … More

Publish more!

I was at a thing recently. Not my thing, a good thing. Luminosity filled the evening. In the pouring of … More

Lifesaving Poems: Margaret Avison’s ‘Twilight’

Twilight   Three minutes ago it was almost dark. Now all the darkness is in the leaves (there are no … More

Spun in drafts

Damp white imprints dog the feet; snowbound trolley, snowbound street. Her tip of glove to lip and cheek, “Goodbye.” Go. … More

The crying boy at the airport

My wife and I are at the airport of a European capital city. It’s late on a Friday evening, the … More

Heal into time and other people

I have been thinking a lot recently about the gap between what is expected of us and what we think … More

New Year Letter

Dear Anthony (I will never get used to calling you Tony) Here are some words of advice from your nearing-fifty-year-old … More