Not exactly fearless

Someone who knows me very well knocked me sideways with a comment the other day. Remarking on this blog, … More

It is summer for months

It Is Summer for Months Clothes are skimpy and tans are gotwithout flight bags.We saunter beside a canalwhere horses pull … More

The Art of Disappearing When they say Don’t I know you?say no. When they invite you to the partyremember what … More

I am not at a thing. The things have dried up (or I have stopped going). I am thingless. I … More

The review isn’t exactly vicious as such, merely purely personal and savage. It stops short of questioning your parentage, but … More

You think it will be about your childhood. It turns out to be about an onion. Or a night in … More

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

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