A Dead Good Blog

As I tell Shaun that this week's theme is 'Stupid Arguments', he declares: "You're a row specialist". With defenc...

Choose one of the options below: a) If you are reading this post at 7am - Shaun and I are probably three hours into a six hour drive t...

It has been a while since I jotted down anything which resembles a poem, and even longer since I managed to write anything I actually like....

This week will see us reach 1,000 posts on the Dead Good Blog.  In celebration of that fact, the current bloggers will be creating foun...

A Writing Exercise: Take yourself out into the world and listen. Whether you find yourself on a train, in a coffee shop, in an art gall...

Floating I imagine you sitting on a pool of mercury Like Styrofoam on water You do not sink The faces of your family and fr...

Dear Boy Poet, Last night, after you'd returned from work, you dropped your backpack in the middle of my writing space. You pulle...

So the football seasons have ended, the Play-Offs are into their second legs, the curse of Benfica continues, and the success of Arsene Wen...

At four I push myself to the middle of a privet bush. At five I stand frozen at the edge of the swimming pool. At seven I lock ...

For quite a while now I've been trying to work on a collection of poems which pick and unpick at the mental health system. Below is a f...

Because I thought it was Wednesday (and not Thursday) today's post is both late and short. There was a time about 10 years ago when...

On Monday we took our oldest nephew to Manchester Museum and, just as he has never experienced a museum before, I have never experienced a ...