Bodies make strangers of us as we age:we stoop, whisper, stumble and grow impatient quicklybut in our eyes the real soul lurks:unexpected snowflakes of wit Each one different, though:in my aunt’s face – unseen for years –suddenly my mother lives She…
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The other day I happened on a TV documentary from 1957, shown by the ever-delightful Talking Pictures channel, which ran through what happened at Covent Garden from midnight till mid-morning the next day. Sound enthralling? Surprisingly, it was. But what…
Walking through waterbeneath the holy city,she feels the weight of the pastwash against her shoulders This is the way in, but it is not obvious:sand and shingle beneath her feetremind her how close the desert is Immersed in sinshe strains…
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I’ve just come back from the Rosary again. During the covid restrictions, I have become well acquainted with this hilly Norwich cemetery where my parents and grandparents are buried. It’s only just round the corner and makes an easily accessible…