The return of the book

I arrive late back at the house. It is already dark. The usual reassuring things are there: unopened mail, the … More

Am I a poet?

A friend recently asked me if I was writing. I replied, as I always do, saying that it was going … More

A few weeks ago I was writing in my own blog, the great fogginzo’s cobweb, about the way I … More

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

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

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

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

As I did last year, I will be taking a break from uploading new posts to this blog over August. … More

How I put The Art of Falling together In May 2012 my first pamphlet If We Could Speak Like Wolves … More

On Literary Envy “Comparison is the thief of joy” –Teddy Roosevelt You wake up one morning. You check in … More

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward … More

An artist needs not so much an audience, as to feel a need to answer, a promise to respond. Robert … More

I have been wondering recently if the world of the poem (the one that is currently not-here, just out of … More

For those of you who have been enjoying my series of adventures with ‘the book’, here is a free eBook … More

‘You’re late,’ the new book says. It is seated at my desk, sleeves rolled up, a mug of steaming coffee … More

It is drizzling. The house is empty, the road outside quiet. It’s just as the book said it would be, … More

‘Was it good?’ the book says. ‘Was what good?’ ‘What you’ve been up to,’ the book says. ‘When?’ ‘You know … More

The terrible poem starts with an idea. The terrible poem knows it is the best thing that has been written. … More