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

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

[S]everal things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man … More

The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More

I am being pursued by the poem. It has been there for several years now, asking to be written. I … More

My blog post yesterday about the stationery thing provoked more responses than I ever imagined it would. Among the … More

Sometimes I think it’s gone forever -Ken Smith I want to write a poem, Seamus Heaney says, but I have … More