I have broken my arm. Pause for “armless” jokes. Ok. I did it in a car crash that took place conveniently about 700 miles away from my home, on an island. Our car was virtually destroyed and we were stranded…
Those stones you used to dance onby the boathouse at the head of the lochare under water today When the sun shines between showersI see their shapesuspended like gold,floating We shelter behind rough stone wallsfrom the intermittent wind:earlier we balancedlike…
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Five years ago I lodged a book of poems and photographs with a certain online bookseller, and this week I received a substantial shock. Somebody bought one. I am now big in Worcestershire, but only in the sense that I…
An antique blanketthe colour and shape of lapwingis flung over a ragged hedge or so it seemshanging down, knitting a backgroundfor the winter sun Further back the impatient reeds shiftfrom foot to footand we look for the marsh harrierin vain:…
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We have had Barry in this week to paint the inside of our house. As a result I have been listening to much more music than usual, and I am happy – and relieved – to say that Barry’s musical…
Promising nothingour path slides at first amongmanicured money, well guarded,then runs toward the searisking everything Butterflies dark and lightmark the waylike laughing children:they play in the dust, and so do we This is a manifestationof the Kingdom:the coal barn like a…
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The science fiction writer Robert Heinlein once observed: “A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.” This is undoubtedly true. I was present at a poetry reading only yesterday, and a swift glance round Walpole…
I used to wonder how chefs – or indeed anybody – came up with bright new recipes, using unanticipated flavours, and I have often suspected that most of it was accidental. Now, with a bit more experience, I know that almost all…
With empty eyesI reach out and touch the future,scatter seedin the sand Captured by the siren song of the momentmy skin glistensunder a silken sky Restrainedby unseen pictures –figures in strange landscapes –I journeybut never arrive Held in this chattering dreamI…
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