The old church in Heptonstall, Yorkshire Rather than leave on such a public footing, I see I'm still live - so I'll consider the day a bit before signing off. I've always felt October 31st to be a highly charged... Continue reading

Poetry International 2010: Imagining Peace ALAS! No picture of Waterloo Bridge with which to round off this week. But take it from me: earth has not anything to show more fair, not even Westminster Bridge. I can see the London... Continue reading

Old Street, October 2010 Just on my way to the Southbank Centre to the second night of this year's Poetry International Festival there. A lovely, sunny autumn day in London when I mostly slept, and have not been out at... Continue reading

"A voice comes to one in the dark. Imagine." I just got back in from an amazing thing. Through a fluke, I was lucky enough to get two very cheap last-minute tickets to see something I was actually fretting about... Continue reading

Many apologies; I feel like the guest who comes to dinner and then falls asleep in the chair! Someone commented the other day on my posting a post that positioned poetry firmly in the quotidian world. And alas, that is... Continue reading

Yesterday I asked what the shock of this week's spending review would have on UK poetry. Well - I asked something like that. It was a cri de coeur, probably informed by the fact that I have somehow become so... Continue reading

Photograph by David Secombe, via Esoteric London Hello, Best American Poetry World! I guest-blogged here a couple of years ago and am delighted to be asked back. Last time I spent my week developing a little theme about a particular... Continue reading