My stammer

I do not stammer, but some of my earliest memories of speaking at school (‘What are eight sevens, Wilson?’) are … More

Lifesaving Poems: Ted Kooser’s ‘A Rainy Morning’

A Rainy Morning A young woman in a wheelchair, wearing a black nylon poncho spattered with rain, is pushing … More

August 1914 What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart’s dear granary? The much we … More

By Any Other Name First, he called her My Little Aubergine as if she was … More

You say “drone” and I think of bagpipes refrigerators aeroplanes I think of bees a male bee in a colony … More

A speech given at the NATE annual conference, June 2014 My early poetic experiences were not ‘poetic’ at … More

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I … More

I am delighted to welcome Katherine Venn to continue our series on overlooked poets. Alice Major Alice Major, decorated author … More

my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my … More

I am delighted to have Slow Weather, a new poem published at London Grip New Poetry

On certain afternoons I am certain it has come back. A twinge in my right side, where the pain … More

Made of orange card, it’s an outline of my son’s hand. Comprising two sections, one his tiny, spread fingers, … More

I am delighted to welcome Helena Nelson to continue our series on overlooked poets. Andrew Waterhouse and the Seventh … More

Continuing the series of guest blog posts on overlooked poets, I am delighted to welcome John Field of Poor Rude … More

Last week I gave up writing. For about a day. I had been given a book by one of my … More

I am delighted to welcome Chrissy Williams to enthuse about a poet who may be unfamiliar to UK readers. – … More

The Negro Speaks of Rivers I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the … More

The Dead Woman If suddenly you do not exist,if suddenly you no longer live,I shall live on. I do not … More