Poetry

Bumbarrel, Mumruffin and Poke Pudding

It was Clive Bennett who got me traveling down this particular track. He's a real birder and maintains a wonderful…

6 years ago

Lament in December

Lament In December December’s come and all is dead; Weep, woods, for summer far has sped And leaves rot in…

6 years ago

Communist, Nationalist, Fascist, Poet and Glasgow 1960

"I have too many books but I only have my shelf to blame." The pun came via Twitter. As does…

6 years ago

Thank You, Fog

There's the fog of war and there's the poetry of fog. A recent heavy mist  in my patch of the…

6 years ago

An Invitation

What use is poetry? .... We have poetry  So we do not die of history. - Meena Alexander I like poems…

6 years ago

Brexit, Beowulf and the Bum Trumpet

The day after the Brexit referendum our dear leader - then candidate for the presidency - was on his way…

6 years ago

The War is Too Much With Us

I thought of going back to France, but realised the absurdity of the notion. Since 1916, the fear of gas…

6 years ago

The Night City

If you've ever been young and full of dreams .... If you ever headed to the big city with your…

6 years ago

Suvla Bay, Gallipoli 1915

It seemed to them that they were to go on living like that, and writing like that, for ever and…

6 years ago

The Romance of Gregory Corso: Cypress, Marble, Moon!

 “I hate poetry and all its fucking ambitious son-of-a-bitches who call me a showman because I act myself”. Gregory Corso  letter…

6 years ago