Ok, I didn’t win, but I’ll happily take Highly Commended in Rialto Nature and Place Competition 2025 thank you very much. I love the judge Helen Mort’s own poetry too, which makes it even sweeter. Must be doing something right. Congra…

A love letter to libraries, in the form of a poem. ‘Library Stamps’ by Matt Gilbert

Some places are so famous, so iconic, it might be said that they visit you long before you return the favour…

Last week, Treecreate Studio launched BAGGAGE, an evolving installation exploring memory and storytelling through handbags. This project examines personal collection, emotional baggage, and consumerism, inviting audience engagement through shared stories.

Radiophrenia – https://radiophrenia.scot/listen/ – 13 April 2025 10:00 am – 11:30 am July. 40 miles off the top of the Outer Hebrides. Stand below St Ronan’s church. Walk south on lazy bed corrugations to the low cliffs. Turn east. Pass … Continue reading →

Once upon a time in Norwood Park, there was a magic world of willows…

Radiophrenia is back – Monday April 7th to Sunday April 20th. I have three works appearing and the first is Hallaig on 7 April 2025 4:30 am – 6:30 am May. The Hebridean island of Raasay. From a beach below Gualann … Continue reading →

A while ago, I wrote a poem about the experience of buying records in shops, as a kind of post-streaming, tribute to the irreplaceable, tactile, sensory atmosphere of physical stores. The poem ‘Unfulfilled Playlist’ has now been published on Wild Court…

It was great to be able to put my Terminalia work into Kel Portman’s call and be part of this wonderful group of walking artists – here is the final version of the works – enjoy.

There’s a new poem below. I don’t tend to like explaining poems, but I do appreciate a bit of context. Like many others I suspect, not least in the USA itself, I feel profoundly shaken by recent events there. When I was six, I discovered Ch…

The meaning of ‘meh’ or the beautiful mystery of subjectivity.

My colleague, Medrie Purdham, suggested Kayla Czaga’s work to me some time ago, and last night I finally got around to reading Midway. I want to call it a delightful book, although I’m afraid that the subject matter–most of the poems focus on the death of Czaga’s father and her grief–doesn’t lend itself to the … Continue reading 9. Kayla Czaga, Midway →

Dove Crag Island is created by my human-scale movement and my imagination. I walk the island once each month across the turning of the year. For Terminalia I walk an eight-mile shoreline … a boundary of an imagined island … … Continue reading →

I’ve deleted my twitter account. Why? Ought to be obvious – The extreme-right owner and the wannabe dictator. Felt increasingly uncomfortable clinging on for some months now. But, once upon a time, like so many, I loved it. Met and interact…