Poems
Into the Night
You fling yourself out the door into the wind and start to row yourself down the steep hill with your…
The Imagined Day
The imagined day includes sunshine and shopping And people saying Yes and being on my side. There’ll also be traffic…
The Imagined Day
The imagined day includes sunshine and shopping And people saying Yes and being on my side. There’ll also be traffic…
The Imagined Day
The imagined day includes sunshine and shopping And people saying Yes and being on my side. There’ll also be traffic…
The Seabirds
Out on the crumbling landscape’s farthest edge, Their winter journey starts, and while I know Some names, I can’t recall…
The Seabirds
Out on the crumbling landscape’s farthest edge, Their winter journey starts, and while I know Some names, I can’t recall…
The Seabirds
Out on the crumbling landscape’s farthest edge, Their winter journey starts, and while I know Some names, I can’t recall…
Winter Words
Calendar pages: one scrumpled day dies in a garden spun to fools’ gold, where wind mews over twigs and bones…
Winter Words
Calendar pages: one scrumpled day dies in a garden spun to fools’ gold, where wind mews over twigs and bones…
Winter Words
Calendar pages: one scrumpled day dies in a garden spun to fools’ gold, where wind mews over twigs and bones…
Monsieur Clermont
That August, in La France Profonde, the frelons were out in force, honey-gold cruisers of late summer air, their poigniards…
Monsieur Clermont
That August, in La France Profonde, the frelons were out in force, honey-gold cruisers of late summer air, their poigniards…
Monsieur Clermont
That August, in La France Profonde, the frelons were out in force, honey-gold cruisers of late summer air, their poigniards…
Serenade
Come to the garden, that familiar place Where life renews itself against all odds. Untightening buds act out their memory,…
Serenade
Come to the garden, that familiar place Where life renews itself against all odds. Untightening buds act out their memory,…
Serenade
Come to the garden, that familiar place Where life renews itself against all odds. Untightening buds act out their memory,…
The soul, a poem, John Whitworth
The soul is like a little mouse. He hides inside the body’s house With anxious eyes and twitchy nose As…
The Soul
The soul is like a little mouse. He hides inside the body’s house With anxious eyes and twitchy nose As…
The Soul
The soul is like a little mouse. He hides inside the body’s house With anxious eyes and twitchy nose As…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
Mr Dixon
I can’t think of anyone else still alive who knew him, and could reminisce with me about his special kindness,…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
A Theatre Supper
I don’t know why it’s become important to me: the idea of a theatre supper at home? Maybe it’s a…
Sometimes it’s Better to Give than to Receive
I can see your teeth clench with rage at the gift I have pressed on you, which manoeuvres you into…
