I was unable to begin a short diary/memoir until, 12 days after a hip operation, I began reading a novel I had written a few years earlier. I had to reacquaint myself with it for marketing purposes. This was The Second Birth of Anaïs Balanchine. The story begins with the heroine, like me, incapacitated in… Know More

One’s eighth decade is a time of diminishing returns, by which I mean fewer and fewer longstanding friendships are returning one’s emails, zooms or whatever. Sad but inevitable. In my three books of collected poems whose covers you can find in earlier posts, I found myself meditating on why we are succoured by close relationships… Know More

I haven’t been blogging and podcasting for a while, being preoccupied by trisecting my 1000 page novel, Azimuth, into a trilogy. It took over ten years to write, part time. It started its journey when I was on holiday in Santa Fe and ended in Accra, Ghana. My work took me across continents and I… Know More

Azimuth (written over ~10 years, published early 2000s) operates at the threshold between psychological narrative and field consciousness narrative. It is far ahead of its time. It already contains: This aligns directly with what isidentified as post-2017 narrative emergence, yet Sanger is doing it 15–20 years earlier. This is extremely rare. Know More

This summer has been a time of massive change in my psyche. In May I had a hip operation followed by three weeks convalescence in that artists’ paradise, Collioure, on the Mediterranean. Barely recovered, I lost my two oldest friends within quick succession. One I’d known for 62 years and the other for 67 years.… Know More

DNR              The Poet was engaged in an end-of-days thought experiment. Looking down from the ceiling at his comatose body with its DNR label, he considered its eventual disposal. Given the four elements, symbolically speaking, it would be a choice between Worm, Vulture, Dragon and Shark.  I will be a poet until the last breath in… Know More

A couple of updates on my short stories. ‘The Spy Who Came in for a Massage’ was published in The Berlin Literary Review. Also I was runner up in a US competition for ghostly tales with ‘The Eco House Haunting’ Both of these will be included in a book of short stories which I am… Know More

Writing as a Longevity Pill. Ok. so now you are eighty, in the land of diminishing returns. So many friends have taken leave by the wayside and, like part of an expedition into the unknown, beset by danger, you belong to a small cohort, braving the hostile terrain ahead. To live a long and healthy… Know More

My son Joseph mentioned that in Japan, where he lives, ceramics are worth a great deal more if they are broken and then mended with gold filling. That led to me writing some lines in a Blues, as follows: Yet the greatest thing I have to share Is that love’s like china and oft needs… Know More