A new nativity monologue -An Angel

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

What you read in 2017

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

Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, that month in the year when someone decides it is a nice idea … More

Dear God Do you think you could fix it so that I might have some of Martin’s playfulness, his … More

As we draw to the end of NaBloPoMo, I have invited Josephine Corcoran to collaborate with me on a joint-interview. … More

If you came round for coffee these days you’d be offered decaff. Doctor’s orders, I’d say. And against my better … More

What I love about autumn is the night arriving early. What I hate about autumn is the day leaving even … More