Mike Gould

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...

So how did we end up here? We're standing in the driving rain by the side of the much-visited grave of a 21 year old, whose unlucky fate...

They say owners begin to look like their dogs, but based on this picture it seems we begin to resemble our friends too. A judgement on...

I take a reckoning on the journey of my writing life and find I face an overgrown path, metaphorically speaking.

At Havre de la Vanlee, near St Martin de Brehal, we come out of the restaurant to see that it is a night when the highest tide has driven...

How stories come from anywhere - even a warning sign in a graveyard!

How I found myself following Shakespeare's footsteps (well, sort of).

So, let’s make it clear I’m not claiming to be Anthony Trollope, pictured here in this early cartoon. But we share at least one thing...

Remembering D-day with a few words about my father and a poem on memorialising war.

Short cuts - who doesn't like a way of getting to A and B quicker? Well, as a writer it can be a false economy, burning up fuel in a...

How The Seekers got me thinking. Reflections on the death of a neighbour.