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Tag: Poems
Not a ‘thin’ year for poetry
It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books … More
The year of not blogging
There’s a problem with that title, isn’t there? While I have not been completely silent (fifteen blog posts at most? … More
Discovering Geoffrey Summerfield’s Worlds
In support of crowdfunding our new anthology of poems, No One You Know, with Unbound, Sue Dymoke and I are … More
No One You Know -a new anthology with Unbound
With my friend and colleague Sue Dymoke I am delighted to announce the launch of No One You Know a new project … More
The Power and Potential of Poetry
This is The Power and Potential of Poetry , the talk I gave today at the Somerset Literacy Network annual conference. … More
What really matters?
I was on the phone to a writer friend the other week. In itself this is a rare occurrence: normally … More
On Not Being Anthony Wilson
On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. … More
Writing in the cracks
I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for very … More
#NaBloPoMo 24 – See you later
Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, that month in the year when someone decides it is a nice idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 23 – Prayer
Dear God Do you think you could fix it so that I might have some of Martin’s playfulness, his … More
#NaBloPoMo 22 – When Josephine Corcoran interviewed me
As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More
#NaBloPoMo 20 – On ambition
It wasn’t much of a day. I was in noodle-mode, sticking things into my day book, quotes and articles and … More
#NaBloPoMo 17 – Coffee? (meditation on a blog post by Josephine Corcoran)
If you came round for coffee these days you’d be offered decaff. Doctor’s orders, I’d say. And against my better … More
#NaBloPoMo 11 – Fear
Fear after Raymond Carver Fear of cancer returning That phone call in the night Fear of Donald Trump Fear … More
#NaBloPoMo 10 – I have no idea what I’m doing
A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More
#NaBloPoMo 8 -Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, … More
#NaBloPoMo 7 – The paradox of poetry, by Seamus Heaney
I have to be honest and say that, in the light of yesterday’s US Election result, I am tempted to … More