I always say I don’t know where my poems come from; therefore, I can’t know what is wrong when they…
I think this is a repeat, but so what? It is from the excellent Slow Radio series. The programme title…
27th November 2020 An Autumn’s end day so bright and quiet,The sea close under the slackwater point gleams plateglass smoothWhile…
14th November 2020 At first, just a few fine threads of airborne silk:Only noticed because their dalliancesTeased drifting glintsFrom blue-skied…