Carole Satyamurti’s eyes

I pinched myself to be there. God knows how I got invited. I can’t remember. Perhaps I invited myself. Poets … More

On having my books in one room

It felt like a good idea at the time. A way to pass lockdown, of trying to ignore the grief … More

Here are the blog posts from 2022 that you read most often Lifesaving Lines: The Death of Fred Clifton, by … More

I walked into the middle of a Ted Hughes poem the other week. An early morning dog walk, like any … More

But first came Plath. After Ursuala Le Guin, the only female author we studied (OK – Jane Austen). Her name … More

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

Recently, my relationship with Wednesdays has changed. It’s quite a long story, and one I don’t want to trouble you … More

Here is a list of various found poems that I have made over the years. Happy holiday reading and looking … More

When I am Asked When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature. … More

Autumn One night goes on longer than the rest, never so long, whiled away. Then dawn. Goodbye, insects. Hollow casings … More

Praise the Rain Praise the rain; the seagull diveThe curl of plant, the raven talk—Praise the hurt, the house slackThe … More

The Fear of Poetry In this moment when we facehorizons and conflicts widerthan ever before, we want our resources,the ways … More

Twilight Three minutes ago it was almost dark.Now all the darkness is in theleaves (there are no morelow garage roofs, … More

We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found … More

The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I … More

Young Poets’ Stories project update: Today we add a reading resources for young poets page to the Young Poets’ Stories website. … More

The Schoolchildren Like leaves startled by a gust of wind they peel away from the tight-knit group, one child, two, … More

Simply Lit Often toward evening, after another day, after another year of days, in the half dark on the … More