Not much

What’s been happening? Well, not much. Which is another, deflecting, way of saying quite a lot, actually. So much that … More

More places of hope

I said here a couple of years ago that Natalie Jabbar’s blog of curated poems each April is like a … More

So this is a bit spooky. All week I had in mind these marvellous final words from Lucille Clifton’s poem … More

Thank you to everyone who has commented to me either publicly or in private about my new series of blog … More

after Shawna Lemay Write a poem about the rain. Or the wind.Write about what you learned at university.Or did not … More

As the book might say, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? As the book also might say, I have been … More

It wasn’t all rain. There were rainbows among which Shawna has blogged about fountain pens again. Honestly, she could do … More

Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from … More

I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More

Here are some places that I have been visiting recently and derived much comfort from. I hope you enjoy them … More

I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More

after Shawna Lemay Write a poem about the rain. Or the wind. Write about what you learned at university. … More

Lying awake last night wondering what had become of Theresa May’s deal in Parliament it suddenly occurred to me that … More

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A breath of our mouth Becomes the portrait of the world, The type of our thoughts And our feelings … More

It is necessary to write a book in which there will be a little less of the first person singular, … More

One of the great joys of writing this blog in the last year has been to invite some of my … More

Poetry and Work I recently took out a book via Interlibrary loan called, The Mind at Work: Valuing the … More