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I ask myself ‘is there ever a dayin which I do not try?’Death and destruction famine and disease write the headlinessell the stories. The earth is reacting to all of our excessone day may cleanse itself of all of usit’s hard to deny, it’s all a messand yet is this a reason not to try lovinghopewritingpoetrylivingmomentarily learning to be... Continue Reading →
Driving home from York as a child: it’s a long drive, nearly three hours. First you cross the Vale of York, then over Bowes Moor from Scotch Corner down into the Eden valley. It’s a lot of wide open spaces and even wider, open skies. I can’t remember the time of year, though I’m guessing... Continue Reading →
Collapse dolineyou draw me in, below, beneath and in betweenthe underworld and over. Persephone was crownéd queenhere in this realmsilent, unseenbeside her demon lover. The fear of death evoked beneath the sealing stone’s rock ceiling, the river with one raging breatha wat’ry fate revealing. Collapse doline, the world withinpunctured my heart with knowing parallel worlds in other... Continue Reading →
I’m nostalgic for Catalunya:iron-red earth and the Serrat and Els Cingles de Berti,Tagament,Vic, Tarragona,Barcelona, always andthe Costa Brava or Costa Daurada:of course I’m nostalgic forCatalunya. I’m nostalgic for the Southof Spain where warm Saharan winds blowand the mountains arelike dragon-backs:where life is Andaluz-ly ledamong the orange grovesthe scent of my nostalgia. I’m nostalgic for London in the... Continue Reading →
"I had an infinite love of this landscape. It is one of those corners of the world which hold a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves such places with a physical love. And we who are seduced by such landscapes hold tender memories of certain springs, certain woods, certain ponds and certain hills: seen... Continue Reading →
If you’re looking for meI might just bein deep poetic heaventhrough mirror-halled mazesof metaphorsguided by vulture or ravenI’m wandering, wondering sharing your hope and your paindiving the deep seas where trawlershave emptied the oceanseeking out hydrothermal ventswhere life may begin againand I’m screaming ‘stop!’and I hope we’ll wake up from this madnessdeep in poetic heavenit’s hard... Continue Reading →
We took our son on his new biketo the old town. Right along the harbour we wentand while we were all looking the other wayhe turned to say ‘I just saw a dolphin in real life!’ Immediately excited, I turnedto look into those broad blue waters, which were starting to phosphoresce with evening light:I wanted to... Continue Reading →
“How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”- William Blake, from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793. We have forgotten we are part of naturean integral partwe think that we can bend the very seasons to our willwe think that... Continue Reading →
I was almost too upset to write yesterday. I'd just watched the new Netflix documentary Seaspiracy, and I was horrified by the fact we are all being told to look the other way while the fishing industry plunders our seas with impunity. Mass fishing robs traditional fishermen of their livelihoods, creates more plastic pollution than... Continue Reading →
The true poet does not look for fame orearthly glory, the true poet is not bound by fads orfashions, literary stylistics,editorial demands.The true poet seeks only the beauty in the everyday:the smallest thing the largest thingand the infinitesimal array of all things in between. The true poet is grateful for the mutability of life contrasted with the... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 