Go, little poem

I have said goodbye to the poem. For a while, a long while, we were not even speaking. After the … More

The poem is cross with me

The poem is not happy. It glares up at me, its eyes spitting fury. ‘How dare you take me in … More

I am being pursued by the poem. It has been there for several years now, asking to be written. I … More

You stick to the routines you have set up, notebook observations, voracious reading, sending the work out to mags, even … More

You go a talk by a Leading Poet. No one you know is there, but still you sit at the … More

My blog post yesterday about the stationery thing provoked more responses than I ever imagined it would. Among the … More

Once upon a time I broke the rules and spoke with another poet (it doesn’t matter who) about a … More

I wrote recently about poets who disappear from view, specifically Susannah Amoore, from Faber’s Poetry Introduction 6. My point is far … More

Norman MacCaig’s ‘Aunt Julia’ was the first poem I remember reading which made me think ‘I need to do this’. … More

If you write poetry (and I assume that if you do, you are also actively engaged in reading … More