introducing tim
Late last year, after reading one too many online diatribes from conspiracy theorists who think M&S have put 5G in their underwear, and wondering how to best reply to such nonsense, I sat down and started writing. What I ended…
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trumpet blowing alert
This blog is, first and foremost, a reminder for me. It’s reminder for those future days when the old imposter syndrome sides up and whispers nonsense in my ear, it’s a reminder for the days to come when finding any…
responding to sculpture
Earlier this autumn, I was asked by Mid Wales Art Centre to be one of six poets commissioned to write pieces in response to sculptures they had on show. To add to the challenge, as Wales was under lockdown at…
commissions
Commissioned poems. The very thought of them used to put the fear of god into me. I suspect a large part of that came down to imposter syndrome – the sneaking suspicion that as soon as someone asked me to…
one ring online
The ‘One Ring To Bind Them’ project is drawing to a close. It’s been quite a year to run a project, and it’ll probably come as no surprise to hear that the arrival of a global pandemic took my eye…
the kindness of strangers
They’d have you believe it’s a dog-eat-dog world, where everyone’s out for themselves, and only the strong survive. One look at our supposedly glorious leaders (there where they are because of the good fortune of birth rather than any appreciable…
fatima
Yesterday lunchtime, in response to seeing this government ad, I wrote a poem. By teatime, it had gone viral. By the end of the evening, it had been shared over 1000 times. I woke this morning to discover it had…
A morality tale in one act
“Mr Sunak…. Mr Sunak….”“Uh, yeah? Wha’?”“Ah, you’re with us, Mr Sunak. Good. And how are you today?”“Where am I?”“Hospital, Mr Sunak.”“What??!!”“ ICU, to be precise. Been here quite a while, too.”“But…”“Almost six months. It’s a miracle you’re with us at…
by all means
Making a living as an artist isn’t always easy. At a time when the world is in flux, it’s even trickier. And it’s highly unlikely that any one of us has all the answers of how to get by, which…
riding a bike
Last Saturday, after six months where the only poetry gigs I’ve done have been online via Zoom, I got back up on a stage in front of an audience who were – unbelievably – in the same room. Dear reader,…
goodbye, farewell, adieu
In a year which is doing its level best to throw up one unexpected and bizarre story after another, news which would normally warrant the raising of an eyebrow or several no longer cuts the mustard, and is relegated to…
in for a penny
It took a while, but I’ve finally plunged into the world of live online poetry gigs. After weeks of dithering about, last Sunday I did three – yes, three! – gigs via Zoom with fellow pandemonialist and Wolverhampton poet laureate Emma…