The Bell Jar

"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde

Absent friends

Folks, I am on my annual writers’ retreat in Anglesey. The sun is shining and it’s been an amazing time of creating and catching up. But one of our number … Continue reading

March 20, 2013 · 2 Comments

We shall write them on the barricades

Lately, there have been several articles in the national press to the effect that ‘poetry is dead’, or ‘poetry is being devalued’, or ‘poetry should be learned by heart’, or … Continue reading

February 7, 2013 · 5 Comments

Calendar Girl

Happy new year, poetry folk, and here’s a very short entry to begin it with. Some of you have kindly reminded me that I’m in the Guardian’s free calendar for … Continue reading

January 5, 2013 · 2 Comments

Home is where they understand you

The great thing about friends, friends, is that you can acquire new ones without diminishing the value of the existing ones. Last week I made a brief foray from the … Continue reading

May 20, 2012 · 3 Comments

Joie de vivre

When I am prime minister, dear reader, every funeral will have dancing. Thanks to her brilliant and brave daughters, friend Ann (always the life and soul of the party) got … Continue reading

May 16, 2012 · 4 Comments

Poem for a friend

Ann’s house The range is lit, and in the kitchen we are talking about men and things that matter. In the window there are cherries in a dish, and winter. … Continue reading

May 1, 2012 · 1 Comment

Did I mention…

….that my book has been reprinted? Oh I did? I really am very pleased with it*. So, I hope are the lovely people who bought it last night, after my … Continue reading

April 27, 2012 · Leave a comment

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