Day fades towards dusk. Branches float air into sight, calm faint fears of spring.

I haven't posted anything for a while - there's writing, but it's not quite for here. The book is taking over, but this poem seems to...

Leicester factories used to shut down for the first two weeks of July, and it seemed like everyone headed off to Skegness. We went for a...

During these last few months of moving home, I've had to step back from the Soar Valley Dementia Project. I went back last week. A...

Buddhism and meditation have been important in my life for decades, and this is time to bring them back right to the centre - less...

The book I didn't expect to write is growing. This blog is part of the growth, and I'm grateful to the people who support it, friends but...

It's a while since i posted anything, and in the end I decided to take off the last post. It just wasn't working. This one includes a...

This morning I woke up Laurie Anderson only with my name or maybe that might change each experience dot becomes my her her my a light...

The last three weeks haven't been a time to write, as I've moved house. Highs, lows, interminable boxes, important things buried...

This is not a happy read, and if you feel it's not for you, perhaps it's best not to read it. I'll find an image soon. Some people know...

This is an edited transcript of a talk for Open the Doors on 24th September. Open the Doors is based in Australia, ' an innovative,...

sometimes poems are mysteries like this one although there's something ordinary in here maybe less inhibited it's long and might be short...

Not my image, but I stayed in the Drakensberg mountains while I was on a four-week Buddhist solitary retreat in South Africa. The cabin I...

At last, a new poem. I'm trying to get back to what's important for me - not that the petition and campaigning aren't important, but the...

As part of Alzheimer's action week, Ben Jackson from Radio Leicester visited our small Deep group in Quorn. You can find the two five...

Thanks to Julie for this image - right now it's easy to feel alienated from what's going on in the world. Such a reminder not to hide or...

Recent poems might scorch this page if I shared them! This is my Easter effort, eggs dyed with red cabbage. Like so many things, they're...

I’ve been neglecting this blog the last week or so. I’d like to be able to say that’s for positive reasons. But I can’t. This week has...

I didn't know Wendy personally, so this poem's theme is how her life and decisions have affected me, through her writing and through her...

Wendy Mitchell, the best-selling author of 'Somebody I used to know', 'What I wish I'd known about dementia', and 'One last thing', has...