September 29th 2023So much rain, these weeks, from racing clouds!Thus when this night wakes meTo show that full gold disc…
September 26th 2023Did the Peregrine watching me swim this morning comprehend?This commander of all air, blading the cliff vorticesIn fast-taloned…
September 6th 2023After a cool wet-mooded AugustWith that stroppy gale which rattled many apples off their branchesHard, tart, and all…
Written September 6th 2023, remembering a night swim early on September 2ndWhat makes them so irresistible, those whispers of the…
Recording a recent flashback – be warned, not a pleasant one. August 27th 2023 Composed on an evening walk to…
August 27th 2023 Last week a child, shoulder riding Owen’s path,Their view over hedgebanks clear,Might have peered across my paddock…
Musselwick Sands, yesterday afternoon.August 19th 2023 Last night, a summer storm;Come this morning, our village Atlantic loudAnd, prouding bright in…
Thursday 17th August 2023 03.00No moon; a barleyharvest sky gauzily starred.Something has unslept me, just right for the night tide:So,…
The family were from Glasgow; the song was The Plooman Laddies.Where this occurred: Musselwick MouthI decided I needed the late…
Celebrating the life of Ray Howard-Jones, who lived right beside the Marloes Deer Park. What a character: I only met…