Very often, when sharing a poem, there isn’t enough time to give a bit of background information to the writing. This poetry blog – I’m…
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How did you learn about the points of the compass and their order? Here’s another question for you: did you ever have or do you…
Projects take their time to reach completion. If they reach any completion at all. One of the projects that I’ve been working on for the…
As well as my artist’s life, here in the studio, here at my desk, I have another job. A “day job”, although on the days…
I’m writing this in May, which is the perfect month for birdsong. There are few things better for the soul than birdsong, in my opinion.…
Poetry is a way to excavate historical truths from within us. That’s what makes is so powerful and sometimes a bit dangerous. Reading poems, we…
Somewhere, in a box at the back of a cupboard, I have a few old school photos. They are a bit squint in their grey…
Another fiery story for this poem. It’s a theme… When I was creating poems for the Calder Wood project (you can read about it here,…
Here’s a poem for you about a guitar. If you’re a guitar person, you will understand the significance of that special guitar in your life.…
This is a poem about my experience of going to see an exhibition of visual art with my Dad. His eyesight is enormously compromised as…