Such a wind today! The air seems almost solid. Impossible to go out in it. Swifts invoking anti-gravity lean on the air with sickle wings,…
Comments closedSuch a wind today! The air seems almost solid. Impossible to go out in it. Swifts invoking anti-gravity lean on the air with sickle wings,…
Comments closedWe’re the Opposition Party, not Socialist, not Tory, not Green, not Liberal Democrat, that’s quite another story. They all come out with policies as fast…
Comments closedLiving your life the way you want to go is not that easy. Things don’t turn out right, never go just the way you wish…
Comments closed1. The Second law of Thermodynamics Out of winter, spring, out of spring, summer, then autumn, winter, and out of winter, spring, always the same.…
Comments closedNear the banks of the Nile I walked in the park and came across a group of schoolgirls, teenagers. Friendly, not flirtatious, they smiled. –…
Comments closedI didn’t take a photograph of the statue of Robert Burns. His sightless eyes were looking out over Dunedin, the most Scottish town in the…
Comments closedWe didn’t go to Mea-She’arim on Saturday because they throw stones at cars there on the Sabbath. We wanted to see the locals, certainly, but…
Comments closedI went into the kitchen and made sure to wash my hands, then looked inside the cupboards and took out the pots and pans. I…
Comments closedPerhaps in another world another sun comes up, lighting a different here and now, where another I could meet a second you. Would she smile…
Comments closedChristmas dinner After the turkey and brandy-buttered pud, A glass of punch, a mince pie, and the cake, With tangerines and nuts, just as one…
Comments closed–(The gardener)– This is my garden; my apple tree has over-reached itself. The branches, weighed down with fruit, threaten to break. If I had read…
Comments closedJanuary. A dry cold. Snow had been lying for days, and fresh falls on top of it, packed hard on the pavements and verges, ideal…
Comments closedHere, I’ve done it, A new kind of verse, All by counting syllables. The lines all have odd numbers of them. One, three, five, seven…
Comments closedThis is where I came from, and the place to which I shall come back at the end. I have been away many times, and…
Comments closedIf I could go beyond time, And life be transformed into music; If all that is subject to change Could be fixed into an intricate…
Comments closedA body on the line at Basingstoke – the train to Waterloo has been delayed. You’ll have to wait; the plastic bag brigade are clearing…
Comments closedOctober turned the leaves to gold but now the cold November wind rustles their thinned and meagre remnants on the trees. No kindly breeze, this…
Comments closedJust as when looking into the sun I am dazzled by pure light, which is invisible, and I only see what is lit by the…
Comments closedI only ever had the one, and have always been happy with it, though my father had two, and my mother (who was the tenth…
Comments closedAll of these were at the Tate; I know they were, for I took notes. The plaster cast of an empty space; View of the…
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