A helping grain of sand

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. … 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

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

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