Lifesaving Lines: The Death of Fred Clifton, by Lucille Clifton

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

Lifesaving Lines

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

I was at a thing. Very rarely for me, it was my own thing, only my second in front of … More

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

I am love with making notes. I makes notes in the morning, at bedtime, in the private places, in meetings, … More

I write a lot of things down. In part this is because I no longer remember anything. If I do … More

Some of you will have seen this blog post before. It is a taster of some of the contents … More

Anne Lamott suggests an index card, and I have used these, but they suggest something pre-planned, organised. The envelope, especially … More

After Charles Wright Strives for perfection-Thursday Is begun day after votings Old envelope from the hospital) Will … More

I am delighted to be publishing Deck Shoes, a book of enthusiasms, influences and memoir, with Impress Books, next year. … More

‘What’s wrong?’ says the book. ‘Nothing,’ I say. ‘Liar.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are.’ ‘Aren’t.’ ‘Pants on fire. You’re hopeless. You should … More

Monday: people are starting to recognise each other on my picket line. They exchange news of how the strike is … More

A passerby comes up to my group and hands us a brown paper bag. ‘It’s full of flat whites,’ she … More

Blind panic when the anthology I am in arrives. The hunt, ever more despairing, for my poem, certain that they … More

Two successes I can claim as a parent: they both love music and football (even if one of them supports … More

One of the signs of my anxiety is when I start to look obsessively at stationery blogs. I adore NCIS. … More

A thought occurred to me as I found myself scribbling in a notebook earlier this morning: I have no idea … More

I am returning to the pencil. The premise of which remark signifies consciousness that at some point I left the … More