Slow Weather -a new poem

I am delighted to have Slow Weather, a new poem published at London Grip New Poetry

Lost poem

I had begun the poem after work one day, on a pad of work-related notes. Get in, get out, I … More

Pencil

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

Guest blog post: Andrew Waterhouse and the seventh syllable, by Helena Nelson

I am delighted to welcome Helena Nelson to continue our series on overlooked poets.   Andrew Waterhouse and the Seventh … More

Laskey

Some writers influence you through the pull of their imagination on your work, opening up new worlds as you read … More

The Other Writer

I think I need the Other Writer much more than they need me. Off the top of my head I … More

Giving up writing

Last week I gave up writing. For about a day. I had been given a book by one of my … More

Guest blog post: On moving on, by Dean Parkin

I have been sorting. I have been chucking. It’s been the recurring theme over the last eighteen months. I cleared … More

Cut-up

The book is sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by small scraps of paper. Some have whole sentences on them. … More

Tearing up the book

‘What are you doing?’ I say. ‘What does it look like?’ the book says. ‘It looks like you are tearing … More

The voice you hear when you write

Writing is about hypnotizing yourself into believing in yourself, getting some work done, then unhypnotyzing yourself and going over the … More

An interview with Poetry Spotlight

This is the opening question and answer to an interview with Paul Clyne of Poetry Spotlight, published today. With thanks … More

Buggering about on the internet

‘Hullo,’ says the book. ‘I thought you had gone away.’ ‘I lied,’ says the book. ‘What are you going to … More

‘I’m your new book!’

‘Hullo!’ says the book. ‘Have we been introduced?’ I say. ‘I’m your new book!’ ‘But I haven’t finished the last … More

Goodbye

Padding down the stairs to make my mid-morning coffee, I become aware of a large black bag lying in the … More

What you read in 2015

This blog would be nothing without its readers. Thank you to everyone who stopped by, made a comment or a … More

Oh, but you love writing!

When I write, I feel like an armless, legless many with a crayon in his mouth -Kurt Vonnegut A friend … More

To my fearless guest bloggers

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