A step from me

In August last year I wrote about Tom Paulin’s poem of hurt and slow healing ‘A Lyric Afterwards’. It wasn’t … More

Birdsong

This morning, as on every morning for the last two weeks, the wood was loud with birdsong. I heard robin, … More

I’ve been saying Tom Paulin’s line about ‘uniformed comedians’ a lot this summer. I don’t really want to go into … More

Morning on Earth Morning on earth, light snow, and just when it was so warm, practically spring. But the thermometer … More

‘A Lyric Afterwards’ was the poem in which I finally got Tom Paulin. I had been given a tape of him … More

I have been thinking a lot recently about the career trajectory of poets, including my own, whose work briefly becomes visible … More

I was struck by a remark of Seamus Heaney in an interview he gave some years ago now. He was … More