I recently read and reviewed Belinda Zhawi’s rich and beautiful pamphlet Small Inheritances and so I was really pleased to hear this programme which she made for BBC Radio 4. It’s available for a year, so worth a couple of listens, I think, since it contains a wealth of treasure in its 27 minutes.
My latest ‘one point of interest’ (OPOI) review on Sphinx has been published, of a fantastic pamphlet. Alongside my review of The Deal are others of it by the terrific poets Charlotte Gann and DA Prince. Somehow, the three reviews seem to barely have overlapped, which is a serendipitous wonder.
I was saddened today to see from Richard Williams’s always brilliant blog, The Blue Moment, that Ron Rubin, or Ronald as I knew him, died a fortnight ago at the age of 86. I knew him not through music, though I was aware that he was a jazz bassist, but because he was also an excellent haiku poet, particularly of sharp senryu, who… Continue reading Ronald Rubin
Spilt Milk was one of several books, also including Susan Wicks’s Singing Underwater and Thom Gunn’s Collected, which, after a few years’ absence, coaxed me back into writing poetry in the late 1990s. I remember reading it by a pool c.1998 and thinking it was the ideal holiday poetry collection, because it’s suffused with what became Sarah Maguire’s… Continue reading On Sarah Maguire’s Spilt Milk
I was thrilled this morning to find out that Julie Mellor has written a lovely, very perceptive review of my collection, The Evening Entertainment, on her excellent blog.
I’m very grateful to the tremendous poet Richie McCaffery for posting two of my poems on his always interesting website today.
A year and a half ago a poem of mine was included in an anthology, Poems for the NHS, edited by Matt Barnard and published by The Onslaught Press. Unfortunately, the press’s website seems to be out of action, but copies can still be obtained through online booksellers - but please don’t use those tax-dodgers… Continue reading The NHS
First thing today, I managed to write my first poem of the coronoviral age, about my dad and his drinks cabinet, which was apt as he would have been 87 on Friday. I then noticed, on my customary Sunday long run, this time 17.5 km in exactly 90 minutes, that, rather than staying in the… Continue reading The camaraderie of runners
This is my tribute to Stuart Quine, the haiku poet, who died, aged 57, this week, from coronavirus. Others who knew Stuart better than me are far more qualified to write a full appreciation of Stuart’s qualities, so this is necessarily only a heartfelt, brief tribute, rather than a thorough obituary, of a lovely bloke who also… Continue reading Stuart Quine
My adjudication of the award is now on the Presence website.