Lifsaving Lines: Alone, by Tomas Tranströmer

I have been thinking a lot this week about a line from Tomas Tranströmer’s masterpiece, ‘Alone’. (I have also blogged … More

The Year of Living Deeply 29: Specs

At a guess I’ve been wearing them somewhere around the last ten years. Not having inherited my father’s genius … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Below Zero We are at a party that doesn’t love us. At last the party lets its mask drop and … More

The Half-Finished Heaven Despondency breaks off its course.Anguish breaks off its course.The vulture breaks off its flight. The eager light … More

Tracks 2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of … More

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

Alone I One evening in February I came near to dying here.The car skidded sideways on the ice, outon the … More

‘I’ve stopped listening to the radio!’ ‘What, completely?’ the book says. ‘Not completely, I’m not an idiot,’ I say. … More

Breathing Space July The man who lies on his back under huge trees is also up in them. He … More

‘I’ve been out,’ says the book. ‘So I see,’ I say. The book is dressed in a pith helmet and … More

After Reading Tu Fu, I Go Outside to the Dwarf Orchard East of me, west of me, full summer. … More

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

During the Christmas period I am reposting some old posts from my archive. Wishing all my readers a very happy … More

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work I … More

I began writing the Lifesaving Poems posts in May, 2011. Below is a list of the twenty most popular poems … More

I have not read a book in six months -Raymond Carver, ‘Drinking While Driving’ I can still remember the shock … More

‘We are at a party that doesn’t love us‘ – Tomas Tranströmer We are at a thing. Not a poetry … More