Amazing how hard it sometimes can be to find things on the intertubes. There was a poem I remembered from…
Some left over words from another post and borrowed words not exactly put to music. Boundaries blur. The streetlamp a…
In 1975 the poet Allen Ginsberg was in hospital. At a later poetry reading he explained the causes in an…
It started with a tweet from yesterday morning: So off to google where I found the same inaccurate one-line biography…
I've been looking for a particular poem for a while now. When someone used the hashtag #SherlockPoems in a Twitter…
Eighty years ago today - on January 26th, 1939 - the poet W.H.Auden - accompanied by his friend and sometime…
Rain is no respecter of persons the snow doesn't give a soft white damn Whom it touches -e.e. cummings, Viva,…
The Old Year The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor…
No snow where I am at the moment but here's a poem to enjoy now and also tuck away to…
It was Clive Bennett who got me traveling down this particular track. He's a real birder and maintains a wonderful…
Lament In December December’s come and all is dead; Weep, woods, for summer far has sped And leaves rot in…
"I have too many books but I only have my shelf to blame." The pun came via Twitter. As does…
There's the fog of war and there's the poetry of fog. A recent heavy mist in my patch of the…
The day after the Brexit referendum our dear leader - then candidate for the presidency - was on his way…
I thought of going back to France, but realised the absurdity of the notion. Since 1916, the fear of gas…