Ictus

INDEFINITE HIATUS No-one had the faintest notion                                                         what to do next,  there we...

   What an extraordinary state we find ourselves in: obliged to stay at home, avoid others (even family members we don't live with), can...

   Like many poets, I was saddened and dismayed to hear about the recent death of Roddy Lumsden. I met him at a couple of events in London,...

 Ignoring the harsh realities of this long, frosty January - my bank account is more than empty, an entitled Etonian perjurer is misrunning ...

No bestiary contains this predator, no field guide It beds within you, blood-tick deep Faltering and  weltschmerz  are its co-morbi...

  "And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor’s yard, s...

Having becoming a father again in April (which explains the lack of activity on this blog in the last 3 months), I thought I would post thi...

   I'm pleased to post a recent prose-poem by Brighton poet Robert  Taylor this morning. I was very taken by the way it wedges strands ...

 I n a world which seems to be spinning further off its axis every time you turn on the news and the fabric of our society feels like its...