It has gone

For now, at least, it has gone. The notebooks with promising phrases, the backs of envelopes with doodles: they are … More

After the thing

I have finished the thing. People come up to me to say things. It seems to have gone well. While … More

I am in the pub with Rupert. We are talking about planning a thing. It’s definitely going to happen. A … More

I met the furniture designer Duncan Kramer at summer camp. Not as kids but as what we laughingly called leaders. … More

The book is not in love with me. I shower it with love and promises of more stationery, but all … More

We are driving to a thing. We are lost. It is a lunch thing, so the children are in tow. … More

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

Or this one. You arrive at the venue early but there is no one there to greet you. You pace … More

I am completely torn apart -Rupert Loydell When I first read Raymond Carver’s Fires I loved and understood all of it, … More

Yesterday I published a new poem on Rebecca Goss’ website, in aid of Children’s Heart Week. You can find … More

We had been in the new city for two months. The house we had bought was even more of a … More

Here are some more of my favourite blogs to read. I have put these together (I love them all) because … More

Don’t forget, this is inside us every day -Stephen Berg This is not happening. It happened. Past tense. One … More

I followed a lead, nudged by a hunch, and it brought me here. The book is In Their Own Words (edited by … More

When Ezra Pound claimed that ‘Poetry is news that stays news’ it is likely he was thinking of Katy Evans-Bush’s Baroque … More

I was at a thing recently. Not my thing, a good thing. Luminosity filled the evening. In the pouring of … More

My main memory of watching The West Wing is the way Martin Sheen would wrap up discussions with his staff by … More

I am at a thing. It is not my thing, it is someone else’s thing. Poets are there. People I … More