Perchance to Dream

Have I ever written a decent word late at night? A poem penned then only holds the melancholy of darkness. Lies ahead just the black balm of sleep. Should I awaken and plunge, Keats-like into remorse and the plague of regret-like thoughts? No-one knowingly wrote well...

L plates for a new Mozart

We’re always learningThat’s the truth of it, the unwritten law of life. Stumbling, blathering, making mistakes as we go along. Stopping, getting STUCK. Taking a wrong turn, taking a U-turn. Going round in circles.No one starts with a great plan. Even...

Things to Focus on

Bragging writesIf you want to be successful in any venture it’s important to lose your inhibitions. I don’t mean you have to run down the street naked, in full view of the neighbours, but simply this – stand up for yourself, and have more confidence....

A life less written

Writing has always been a passion of mine, indulged by both reading and writing fiction and poetry. And although I never pursued a career in science, I retain an interest in astronomy, particle physics and weird mathematics. I don’t pretend to understand the world...

Start a fire

A poem is like a spark. It is lit by endeavour, fuelled by energy, and gives its heat to the world. Yet unlike a spark, which dies only to be regenerated in the same form, a poem remains unchanged. The poem always starts a fire.

A Pagan Christmas

Some say Christmas died when we forgot its pagan past. Others that it happened when beer supplanted cheer, and present no longer came sandwiched between past and future, but arrived instead in a package labelled Xbox. Although I believe it was when they first caught...