Religion, politics, and a space to breathe
Dear Ren, 23rd November 2016, 20:29 Just a quick start to this. Thanks for your letter which arrived as I’m struggling with the middle section of Ice Child – the… Continue Reading
Tangents, and not tangents
Dear Ren, Interesting, these letters. I love the way they go off on tangents which then prove not to be tangents at all. And I think I like writing these… Continue Reading
An open letter to the Free Electors of the USA
Dear Free Electors, On December 19th, you have a huge opportunity to demonstrate that the Electoral College set up by the Founding Fathers is not an irrelevance in this day… Continue Reading
Otherness, writing & real letters
My dear Ren, I’m so glad I followed my instinct and wrote and sent you my last letter in its physical form. Glad it arrived with you on a dark… Continue Reading
An open letter to Trump and Brexit voters
Dear fellow inhabitants of the world, 2016 has been a year where many expectations and assumptions have fallen by the wayside, for a whole variety of reasons. It has also… Continue Reading
Women, men, writers, bodies, and metamorphosis
Dear Ren, I don’t even know where to start. When I worked as a teacher in Germany in in 1980/81, Anna (Oscar’s godmother) and I wrote each other letters that… Continue Reading
Space
Last night you said good-bye to me for the last time,Closed the airtight door behind you,And flew out into deep spaceBecause that’s where you said you wanted to beWithout ever… Continue Reading
Cats and dogs and middle-age and music and parenthood
Dear Ren, As always, I’m listening to some new music when writing, because, contrary to many other writers I know, I need sound to put my words together. It’s so… Continue Reading
Calais
This is the place.This was part of England once.English kings fought here,And English soldiers died here,To conquer a country that was never theirs. This is the place.Camps of refugees have… Continue Reading
Fairytales
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading