For more than ten years over the turn of the century I wrote a commentary page in the Eastern Daily Press, published in Norwich. A feature of the page (some said the only good reason for its existence) were the regular reports…
I didn’t want to give up chocolate or alcohol; so instead I decided to write a tanka a day for Lent. Here is a brief selection so far: crosses of stone shadow the evening road as music plays pilgrims break…
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Strange thing, snow. Not scientifically, of course: it’s quite easily explainable in terms of how it happens and where it comes from, if you stick to the realms of physics and chemistry. But looked at in a different way, it’s…
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There is no roof on the hermit’s cell, which makes it easier to contact heaven Stones and bones stud the hill above firmly embedded in it for the long haul Old fortifications hang round like a necklace rock threaded to…
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