In The Poetry

One of the forms I became very fond of over the last ten years has been the terza rima which is a story-telling form which I found in Dante – each verse leads you on to the next and the whole thing unrolls or unspools like a reel of film. ‘Noir’ is about film, it’s [...]

‘Soil’ takes place in England on a train journey. I was taking a ride I think from London up to Yorkshire and I looked out at the soil, the earth and I thought I recognise that colour – where does that colour come from? And what does it mean to me? It seemed to be [...]

Losing

We lose each other everywhere:
the children in department stores
return as parents, fils et p

One of the forms I became very fond of over the last ten years has been the terza rima which is a story-telling form which I found in Dante – each verse leads you on to the next and the whole thing unrolls or unspools like a reel of film. ‘Noir’ is about film, it’s [...]

I always had a love of football – my father took me to my first football match in Budapest when I was a child, and he took me to my first English football match when we came to England. ‘Preston North End’ the poem describes the first match I ever went to which was Spurs [...]

I wanted to write a series of poems about memories that are not quite memories, memories that are almost forgotten but play themselves out in your mind like film but without necessarily a firm basis. Amongst these poems is a group which deals with early objects – the things that you first noticed as a [...]