Dunston Common

When my brother came back to Norwich he usually wanted to be taken to Dunston Common, just outside Norwich. This poem, written ten years ago, is not about him, but he is in it. Branches of long-suffering oakspiral down, nudging damp…

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Possible coyote

There may be a coyote in the garden:he should not be there – we are too far south and daylight is abroad He may have the smoothness of a wolfand the ferocity of a socialist:he may be waiting for meto say the…

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Approaching autumn

I sit on a low benchwaiting for the first drops of rain,enjoying the warm stillness before the storm Birds head for the trees,but I am not worried:I can see the housebetween the cedars A few steps are all it will take:white…

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