Category: Words

Inspired by Corminboef by Robert Rehder Writing on a Saturday with Michael and Dean. 'Actually we're both international poets' says Dean with satirical humour. While he's to the Land of Trump for 12 days on a poetry workshop tour (inspired I think by the late Thomas Lux died too young), Michael is a day or… Continue reading Worth of Hales

Dance - again and again Resume OU - creative writing/philosophy Yoga, Tai Chi, hanging Moon watching with Sara One drawing a day Austerity, eat modestly, no need to buy anything Wood cabin Puppy, play, train Nest into the Bung and the garden

I shall not be a doctor Actually I knew as far back as When my mother asked me To pick out a splinter from Her finger. I hid behind The wing backed chair as she did it ‘You will never make a doctor’ She said, closing that option At the beginning of my life. Nor… Continue reading Becoming (2016)

Workshop with Michael Laskey and Dean Parkin. In their typical invitation to play, we were asked to write down a list of salaried occupations.  (‘No one said drug dealer, I notice', said one. 'But that’s not salaried!') Bouncer, was one of mine, and John gave us a most amusing rendition of being offered a job as Bouncer… Continue reading Cut Loose (Dean and Michael) Sept 2016

Loose Cut with Michael Lasky and Dean Parkin. Those two. Such a funny and kindly dance they have together. Mary She rocked up Quebec Road In a Triumph Stag, hood down. Ear phone platted grey hair wound around each ear somewhat loosened in the wind Still wearing her pinny that Merged her breasts with her waist… Continue reading Loose Cut Poets – Mary

Linda asked me to write a review of this book about Metfield. I was touched to be asked. Tales from a Suffolk Village could, of course, be any Suffolk village, but at the same time it is distinctively not. For me it starts with names, the names that keep coming back and back, names that… Continue reading Metfield – Tales from a Suffolk Village

I did not loose my handbag today. That was yesterday. Today it’s ‘Oh Shit. And that'. Lost words Hurt the most, more than Money, credit cards and stuff Inconveniences that fill the basket Of the day: ‘Please hold the line… Press 1 for sales What number for habitual loss? The words of that short story… Continue reading Losing

I had never seen such verdant green. Colours fascinated me now I could see them. But I couldn’t understand the sense of it. Inside this cage, a bright green feathered bird stood out, stark against the beige furniture that surrounded it. What was the point of such blatant declaration: here I am for all the… Continue reading Cuttlefish – Sepia officialianalis

Alfred Brendel played his farewell performance today, chosing a youthful Mozart piano concerto, K271 in E flat, which he described as "a wonder of the world". What was key to his long success? A journalist replied: Brendel throughout his long life, continually renewed his vision. How to start writing a poem (a book I ordered… Continue reading Continual renewal of vision