From Rainfall

From Rainfall


Floods. And a change in
everything we saw.
The landscape now seems fluid
and rhythmic, where before
it had been as solid
as the knowledge
that God
loved everybody.

Oxford In The Summer...

Friday night was really, really great, thanks to everyone for putting it on, and for the people who came and listened to the readings, it was an extremely pleasant experience. The magazine looks great as well, and anyone wanting to get one can do so, here.
There should be some pictures and stuff on the Sideshow site in the next day or so...
Cheers.

Structo Launch At Albion Beatnik

It's been a manic few weeks, I've not written enough on here, or anywhere else for that matter. Everything hurts from playing too much cricket and getting old. Oh well.
Anyway, anyone in the Oxford area tomorrow night should come down to the launch of the very fine Structo magazine's latest issue in the equally fine Albion Beatnik bookshop in Jericho. I'll be reading some poems that will be featured in the new issue, amongst plenty of other brilliant stuff. See you there, maybe.

Homegame 2011...

Big thanks to Caught By The River, Fence and whoever owned/rented the crazy house for having us at the weekend.
But mostly thank you to everyone who listened with such patience, clapped like they might have meant it, and came up and spoke to me after the reading.
You made my day.
Cheers.

Home Game

I'm reading some poems in the Caught By The River curated poetry event at Fence Records' Home Game festival on the Sunday.
I didn't think my presence was really expected to help try and sell tickets for this. And anyway, it sold out really fast, but if any readers are up there, come by the fishing hut and say hello.

Balcony TV

Here's Bird Artist and a small, awkward interview from our recent Balcony TV appearance...

Edward Abbey and HS2

I wrote a piece about Edward Abbey for Caught By The River, which they posted today.

I really don't want to be a nimby about that whole HS2 thing. Probably, with the evidence stacked up properly in front of me, I'd see the sense. I just walk in those woods and love them and its hard to think about everything changing... but that's what happens isn't it? Things change.