No Blog Today
No blog today: Stealing the structure of Herman Hermit’s No Milk Today from 1966 and turning it into a sorry excuse for a blog post.
This sub-category of Articulations collects all my posts of poems.
No blog today: Stealing the structure of Herman Hermit’s No Milk Today from 1966 and turning it into a sorry excuse for a blog post.
For nearly three months I’ve been writing a poem a day as a creative writing dscipline and I’m quite pleased with how it’s turning out.
The pinman in the hazard triangle lives a dangerous life. Here’s a sonnet to celebrate his superhuman contribution to human safety.
In which the author shares an eight-line wreath poem in iambic tetrameter, and atempts to explain how and why he went about writing it.
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
September the Diva was the first poem of mine to be accepted for publication since my student days. It won a prize too!
The short summer night, a translation of Norwegian Aslaug L Lygre’s poem Vi skal ikkje sova bort sumarnatta, and a bit of context.
A Villanelle for my mother-in-law Ulla Gustafssson who died from advanced Alzheimer’s disease on 9th April 2020
The Pickpockets’ Ballad – a poem in the style of a ballad from the 17th or 18th century. Two pickpockets have a good day, till they meet a ghost.
A poem in six verses that originally appeared on Twitter. Apologies to van Gogh for borrowing and butchering his zouave portrait.