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 forContinue reading “May”
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The Old Year is Dead
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 theyContinue reading “The Old Year is Dead”
Not ideas about the thing.
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 strongContinue reading “Not ideas about the thing.”
And the mountains, the mountains are dancing.
After a few hibernatory months, Spring demands action. Here are details of three events I’m taking part in during April in Lancashire and Cumbria: On April 10th 2014 I’ll be reading at April Poets, along with Yvonne Reddick, Mark Carson, and Ron Baker, with music from Jonathan Tansley. On April 26th 2014 I’ll be reading atContinue reading “And the mountains, the mountains are dancing.”
On Transparency and Self-Reflection
This week I went back up to Dumfries to see my window poem, which has just been installed in the upper landing of the Globe Inn, next to the Burns Room with its historical etchings. I love the way the text is mediated by the transparency and reflective qualities of the glass. Next door, HughContinue reading “On Transparency and Self-Reflection”
Shadow Dispatches 