A Dead Good Blog

I usually know roughly which direction I’m going in when I write my blog. This is an exception. I’ve really had to dig deep and I’ve spent l...

  The first time I stood at the microphone to share my own poem I was scared to death. At my request I was given an early slot before nerves...

  When my parent's wish for a pub on Blackpool promenade was granted, I had the joy of having a front bedroom facing the sea. I was fasc...

 I'm away at the moment, yes, again. I know I've only just returned home long enough to do the laundry and re-pack the case, ...

This week the dead good bloggers have been looking at anecdotes. I haven't, I've been watching the football. A world cup full packed...

Ironically, a poem about finding refreshment and inspiration is proving hard to finish. Thanks for stopping by though, S

When it comes to performing poetry, the space and the venue that you're in certainly makes a difference. At the start of the month, I f...

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...

Good evening readers. This week on the blog we've been considering writing spaces. For me, the best writing spaces are the places where ...

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

This week on the blog we've been looking at music. I used to think that music had a lot in common with poetry because, at the end of ...

The football season has reached its climax and by the time you read this, it will likely all be done. The final day of the year never fails ...

Good evening readers. This week the theme has been White- which reminded me somehow of the UKIP election broadcasts and the BNP website I lo...

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...

Good afternoon readers. This week I saw a sign for a girl at side of the road. A please call notice for a lost love from 50 years ago- with...

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...

This weekend, football grounds across the country have fallen silent to mark the anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster. On the car radio...

At times I think it can be helpful to have several mediums in which to express creativity. That way, when one outlet fails or becomes too s...

The family business. A bastard child from Nick and Dave Will rise one day to centre stage For that's the way it works these days ...

I spent half of my childhood growing up in a city, and although I love nature and beautiful places, that city (and my parents) taught me ho...