Mike Gould

Bruce Springsteen's brilliant 'Badlands' features these unforgettable lines: Poor man wanna be rich Rich man wanna be king And a king...

Gosh. My last blog post was in July, so something happened, or more accurately didn't happen. How did I become blocked in this my most...

" I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind...

Writing about nightingales - that's a lot of literary and musical baggage to contend with. But, hey, let's give it a go! So, earlier in...

Bear with me, the gratuitous Spring picture has a purpose and it's not just an excuse to ramble on about Wordsworth again. Ok - it is a...

My mother Jean passed away at the start of February. Whilst I would not presume to entirely look inside another's mind, especially one so...

I was determined to go into the sea before the end of the year and cross off 'swim in December' from the resolutions I didn't make at the...

Let me say that I still hate jogging, unlike my wife who used to hate it and now loves it. This is not me taking a contrary position to...

On a boring beach, and how Wordsworth teaches us to give experience time and space.

How 'Wilding' has thrown me off the forest track.

I have been reading The Guardian's list of the best 100 Number One singles in the UK. Definitely worth checking out - but before you do,...

A poem from me about rail worker Belly Mujinga, who died after an incident at Victoria.

My thoughts on the failure of language to express our fears during Covid-19.

In response to a call-out from Heather at Director's Cut Theatre, I wrote this short poem for actors to perform. I'll upload any videos...

Shortly after the end of World War Two, a young English woman travelled to France as part of an exchange to stay with a French family...

The end of 2019 was difficult, the domestic mirroring the political & I’m glad to see the back of it. Good too to get out in the fresh...

Today: a poem. And a brief apology for the image. All I want to say this week is that I’m embarking on writing another collaborative...

Some thoughts on floods, George Eliot and climate deniers

There's a whole world of creative endeavour out there - you just need to look for it. My own playwriting has shown me that.

On a day in which borders are at the centre of our political discussions again, and the weather has dipped to the extent that any...