IV our touching hearts slenderly comprehend (clinging as fingers,loving one another gradually into hands)and bend into the huge disaster of the year: like this most early single star which tugs weakly at twilight,caught in thickening fear our slightly fingering spirits starve and smother; until autum abruptly wholly hugs our dying silent minds,which hand … More The Rabbits Are Us: thoughts on 2016
‘If I puked up some sonnets would you call me a miracle?’ Neko Case, ‘Night Still Comes’ I’m trying to unravel something about how I feel, and what I think, about the relationship between poetry and song. About my relationships with poetry and song. I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the last … More Words, pictures, music.
I’m really pleased to have three poems in the Spring 2016 edition of The Lonely Crowd, as well as an essay on the composition of the poems and recordings of them online. There are several readings planned to showcase the issue – one has already taken place (unfortunately on the same night I was reading for … More May
2014 seems to have been a year of upheaval and uprising, of extreme highs and lows, tragedies and atrocities, of revelations great and terrible. Natural and/or man-made disasters dominated local and global news. Planes fell from the skies, flood-waters rose, diseases flourished, people around the world were killed for being who they were where they … More The Old Year is Dead
I’ve had a strange and wonderful few weeks, so strange and wonderful I hardly know what to write about it. Last month I found out I’d won New Writing North’s Andrew Waterhouse Prize – a development prize awarded in the memory of the poet Andrew Waterhouse, for a selection of poems which ‘reflect a strong … More Not ideas about the thing.