Displacement

If you’ve ever fantasised about being locked in the British Museum after dark with the Benin Bronzes and Assyrian lion hunts, or bedding d...

Very quickly, just to demonstrate that this blog is at the beating heart of poetry, at least sometimes, here is a photo of my haul from las...

Two Lorries                  (6th & 7th verses)  Of motes and engine-revs, but which lorry Was it now? Young Agnew’s or that ...

One of this summer’s poetry treats was CBe’s pop-up bookshop in the Portobello Road.   I browsed for a while and thought about one of ...