A challenge (LentBlog1)

I am not sure how this is going to turn out. It was something somebody said in response to my … More

The Year of Living Deeply 9: Goodbye Facebook, it’s (not really) been real

Dear Facebook I thought I would write to let you know that after years of thinking (and even talking) … More

To celebrate the life of Mary Oliver, who died a week ago, I present a found poem, taken from the … More

I am really bad at doing one thing. If I am chopping an onion, I am listening to the radio. … More

(After Andy Brown) Because my children are briefly sleeping under the same roof Becuase Col and Lucy and M and … More

I am lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, detoxing from the day, as I do. ‘You all right?’ … More

The book is looking at me from across the room. It is dressed smartly, but not to impress. It looks … More

In The Year of Living Deeply I am trying to attend to the things which feed me very much (family; … More

Remember when you got the news of the accident- or the illness- in the life of someone more laced into … More

Below Zero We are at a party that doesn’t love us. At last the party lets its mask drop and … More

We are in Richard and Andi’s kitchen in their minuscule flat on the Wandsworth Road in the early nineties. Richard … More

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‘What’s wrong?’ says the book. ‘Nothing,’ I say. ‘Liar.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are.’ ‘Aren’t.’ ‘Pants on fire. You’re hopeless. You should … More

His real name was Crispin. Bespectacled, quiffed, bandy legged, Ken wore the aloof expression of the terminally lonely, a tilt of … More

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

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

It wasn’t much of a day. I was in noodle-mode, sticking things into my day book, quotes and articles and … More

Come to me as a heap on his bed, the Jurassic layers of his early adulthood here in Exeter abandoned … More