Truly, Madly, Deeply

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

Ten new poems

‘I’ve got some good news,’ the book says. ‘I’ve just written ten new poems.’ ‘Wow, that’s great,’ I say. ‘Are … More

‘I’m depressed,’ the book says. ‘We can’t both be depressed,’ I say. ‘One of us needs to function.’ ‘Well it’s not … More

‘How’s it going then?’ ‘What going?’ ‘Your ‘New Book’,’ says the book. ‘Fine, thanks,’ I say. ‘No early difficulties with … More

The adventures of the book have now clocked up fifty blog posts. Here is a list of all of them, … More

Writing is about hypnotizing yourself into believing in yourself, getting some work done, then unhypnotyzing yourself and going over the … More

‘Hullo!’ says the book. ‘Have we been introduced?’ I say. ‘I’m your new book!’ ‘But I haven’t finished the last … More

This blog would be nothing without its readers. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, made a comment or a … More

A friend recently asked me if I was writing. I replied, as I always do, saying that it was going … More

As I did last year, I will be taking a break from uploading new posts to this blog over August. … More

How I put The Art of Falling together In May 2012 my first pamphlet If We Could Speak Like Wolves … More

Artwork by Angus Joseph Alongside each poem in Lifesaving Poems is a short commentary about how I came across … More

The central organising principle of Lifesaving Poems is that each poet is represented by a single poem. There are poets you … More

For those of you who have been enjoying my series of adventures with ‘the book’, here is a free eBook … More

‘You’re late,’ the new book says. It is seated at my desk, sleeves rolled up, a mug of steaming coffee … More

It is drizzling. The house is empty, the road outside quiet. It’s just as the book said it would be, … More

Ordinary morning sounds from outside drift into the room where I am working. Birdsong. A car being parked. The noise … More

‘I love this time of year. Easter, the Masters. My birthday.’ ‘Does that mean we can expect the traditional order … More

The book is already seated at the desk when I enter my office. Papers and books are strewn over every surface. … More

‘I’m going away for a bit.’ ‘Can I come?’ says the book. ‘I was hoping to leave you at home,’ … More

‘Wake up!’ The book is shaking me by the shoulder. It is very dark, no sign of light at the … More