Lifesaving Poems: Carrie Fountain’s ‘Poem Without Sleep’

Poem Without Sleep All the things that could happen to the baby came to me last night as I … More

Nowhere Poet

It is odd to speak of missing someone you never met, but this is how I feel about the American … More

My first reader was a man called Fergus. A friend of a flatmate at university, I never got to … More

Reading Frank O’Hara in the Hospital 1 The IV drips its slow news. So long, lean and turbulent morning! … More

In a Church No, no time for this the outside clamours to be heard, the books, you see, … More

Here is a story about a recent failure of mine. It all started with an idea, which I knew, just … More

‘What else are you not telling me?’ says the book. ‘Nothing,’ I say. The book rolls its eyes, gives a … More

I went home the other day. I mean home-home, where I was born, and where my parents still live. … More

Diving into the Wreck First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of … More

from A New Guide 7 Look at this arch. It is part of a building more than seven hundred years old. … More

from Cats and a Cock We walk the streets of the dark city, placards at back light in our heads, … More

Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009 Attending the PMDS workshop today a 46-page page performance document to be discussed in … More

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops … More

The Way Things Work is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving … More

Day of Song, Day of Silence The strange crying sounds of the peacocks on the private school grounds … More

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

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

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