UCU Strike Poems 2 – Invisible Work, by Alison Luterman

Invisible Work Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don’t mean these poems only but the unseen … More

UCU Strike Poems 1 – What Work Is, by Philip Levine

What Work Is We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You … More

Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen: It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even … More

‘The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to … More

I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for … More

An Angel His people spoke to our people, contracts were exchanged, and the gig was on. Hush hush, … More

Dear Friends Here are the blog posts which you read most often in 2017, according to my WordPress stats: … More

It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books … More

There’s a problem with that title, isn’t there? While I have not been completely silent (fifteen blog posts at most? … More

In support of crowdfunding our new anthology of poems, No One You Know, with Unbound, Sue Dymoke and I are … More

With my friend and colleague Sue Dymoke I am delighted to announce the launch of No One You Know a new project … More

This is The Power and Potential of Poetry , the talk I gave today at the Somerset Literacy Network annual conference. … More

Every September is the same. I pack a bag for work, set off into the still warm sunshine, and wonder … More

I was on the phone to a writer friend the other week. In itself this is a rare occurrence: normally … More

I found myself in the position of giving feedback to some writers recently. The writers were teachers who had signed … More

On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. … More

I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for very … More

Rupert Loydell is shouting at the countryside. I have got up at sparrow-fart to drive him to the Blandford … More