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Dialogues in Dwelling

By what invisible architecture is the poem developed? asks Barbara Guest in her seminal, short poetic statement, called Invisible Architecture? By what invisible architecture is the house turned into poetry? I hear myself answering as I read beyond &...

How In Shadowed Landscapes?

“This is the world in profile, medieval, the landscape gathered up into the face…”  Jorie Graham [‘Harvest for Bergson’ in Hybrid of Plants and Ghosts] This workshop will explore how the notion of landscape haunts our presence, how landscape and...

And the House?

Click on the links to read my critical/creative essay entitled: 'And the House? In Nocturne' by Carolyn Forché which was published by Newcastle Centre for the Literary Arts as part of a new digital poetry festival, called INSIDE WRITING...

Beating Time: A Conversation Between Art & Poetry

An extract from Anna Souter's essay on my collaboration with Sandra Beccarelli’s work: "...Beccarelli's work is similarly produced in the context of an ongoing working relationship with a living writer. Beccarelli’s close collaboration with poet Agnieszka Studzinska...

The Poetics of Space

The Poetics of Space after Bachelard [an introduction] “A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.” My house is sometimes a chair I sit on in a different country, a tent, a beach, the woods I return to in...

New Course

Delighted to be teaching again for the Poetry School in Jan 2020: Poetics of Space after Bachelard. https://poetryschool.com/courses/poetics-of-space-after-bachelard-international/

Re-Writing Essex

I had such a brilliant time, showcasing my re-write/translation/interpretation of Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness and hearing the re-writes of Moll Flanders by Martha Pailing and Dracula by Damian le Bass. Just love a commission!...

Writing Self in Poetry

  What is self & how do I write it?   Colossal, tumescent questions hanging & waiting to drop. In their falling the splattered matter of their existence is what poetry picks up (poetry that I like to read & write anyway.) The splattered matter of...