Compassion
In response to The Murderer’s Dog by Ron Carey It came towards us as if the world was still The same; tail-thumping the summer grass. A...
Static
In response to A Music Room, by Tom French In a room built for music by a man who knew how a note was sung, and how the plumb line...
Breath by Breath
In response to Slowed-Down Blackbird by Alice Oswald Three people in the snow getting rid of themselves breath by breath and every six...
Once Upon A Time
In response to Bedtime Story for Dasi’s Son by Karthika Nair I have waited long to see you, Child, waited, day after day after day, with...
In The Bin
In response to Dustman by Michael Rosen I said to the dustman, 'You're taking my stuff.' 'Yep,' he said. I said, 'Everything in this bin...
My Stuff
In response to Dustman by Michael Rosen I said to the dustman, 'You're taking my stuff.' 'Yep,' he said. I said, 'Everything in this bin...
Once
In response to Bedtime Story for Dasi’s Son, by Karthika Nair I have waited long to see you, Child, waited, day after day after day, with...
Unsaid words
I often leave these workshops more aware of words I have not said than the ones I have. The words written, spoken, elucidate so clearly...
Pretending
(in response to a passage from Pour Me, by A A Gill) Pretending. Pre-tending. Tending to things beforehand, in advance, a form of...
A year ago
(in response to The Hospital, a poem by Patrick Kavanagh) It feels like only a year ago I was choosing which lipstick to wear and which...