Kara’s birthday poem
Today Tomorrow is a wall we cannot climb,A field we cannot cross until today.Time is a hiding beast,Beyond us before we know,And gone. We watch days and waste them,Pick hours… Continue Reading
One of us (in memory of James Grigg)
James Grigg died in action in Afghanistan on 16th March 2010. He played cricket with me, and was a good friend to me, and to many others in Stradbroke Cricket… Continue Reading
On passing the buck – the BBC and the banks
I had intended to blog about this last week, but now I’m glad I didn’t, as the BBC’s announcement today of swingeing cuts puts what I have to say into… Continue Reading
The desolation of words
The last four months have been difficult, to say the least. Not difficult in the struggling to make a living sense of the term, but in the where is this… Continue Reading
Charlotte’s birthday poem
October A cloudless sky,One month, almost, into autumn,Colding nights,The scent of burning leaves;Crisp shadowsUnder the fullest moon. Birth,The holiest miracle,Brought us you,One more treasureOf our lives. A beautiful note,One chord,… Continue Reading
Football poetry
This poem is being read tonight (16th October 2009) at a poetry reading preceding the Kicking & Screening Soccer Film Festival in Washington, D.C. And it’s being read by Josh… Continue Reading
On theatre
What makes good theatre? Is it supposed to make us feel happy, feel good about ourselves, or is it meant to challenge us, make us feel uncomfortable? Is it meant… Continue Reading
Die Angst des Torwarts beim Elfmeter
The title of Peter Handke’s book translates as The Fear of the Goalkeeper at the Penalty Kick. The title sprung to mind when I was thinking about editing one of… Continue Reading
An Unpublished Writer’s View of the London Book Fair 2009
My background is such that I’ve been to a great many industry exhibitions, mainly in the information business, and have become quite blasé about them. For some odd reason, as… Continue Reading
On Writing
Where do they come from? The words? The poems? The stories? The books? From the booze, the fags, the sex, the despair? From happiness, ecstasy, joy and hope? From the… Continue Reading