'Ghost Town' was the first thing I reached for on YouTube when, earlier this evening, I learned of Terry Hall's death. When the song came...

When we read Bloom, we are in Bloom. This isn’t some kind of terrible pun. When we read Sarah Westcott we know ourselves, instantly, to...

I was looking at the pile of books next to my bed, all the ones I want to read. Starting to get mildly panicky about my lack of progress...

The cherry is the only tree in M's yard the only thing left to say I am beautiful among the junk and sacks of rubble and soil and now her...

Richard Skinner, Invisible Sun, (Ripon, Smokestack Books, 2021) Invisible Sun is a moving collection of poems about the death of the...

Detail of St Michael by della Francesca a sword near his groin with blood smeared on the fat tip Feathers and more feathers on the path...

Linda Gregg is one of my closest poetry friends. Yet Linda Gregg died of cancer in March 2019, and I never met her. A great American...