A new guest blog posts page

One of the privileges of writing this blog is inviting others to write guest blog posts. I have collected these … More

The how of it

A little taster for you. This is an essay from my forthcoming book Deck Shoes. – I was having … More

As the holiday season continues I repost this list of various found poems that I have made over the … More

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

There isn’t much left to be done. The proof reading, the book blurbs (they take longer than the poems), the … More

After what feels like a very long wait since the publication of Riddance in 2012, I am delighted to be publishing … More

I have been doing the proofs to my new books. And I am scared. Scared that I have got it … More

What I love about James Schuyler is coming across poems I have not found before and finding in them the … More

Poems hatch Poems hatch from memory, fantasy, the need to communicate with the living, the dead, the unborn. Poems come … More

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More

I think I will write you a letter, June day. Dear June Fifth, you’re all green, so many kinds and … More

I am delighted to announce some readings to promote my forthcoming books The Afterlife and Deck Shoes with Worple Press and … More

I have been reading Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It For Life recently. In it she asks … More

I have carried it with me each day, that sense of shame about the fact that I write, that it … More

About a month before my friend Pammy died, she said something that may have permanently changed me. We had … More