
Earth’s Slow Incline
I came across this beautiful poem last night. Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson. This morning, love, I’m tired and grave;I … Continue reading Earth’s Slow Incline
I came across this beautiful poem last night. Almond Blossom, by Fiona Benson. This morning, love, I’m tired and grave;I … Continue reading Earth’s Slow Incline
Well, this is better – I’m leaning back against the trunk of a beautiful and venerable oak, solid and steady, … Continue reading Homage
As the grippe’s approach gathers apace, I thought it was time to escape for a walk, which in itself feels … Continue reading Blithe Indifference
I haven’t got long, but I need to get out – I’ve been cooped up for days. I dash out … Continue reading After the Rain
I have, in my loft, a box of keepsakes – old tickets, football programmes, postcards and letters, an ancient packet … Continue reading The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature
A friend, a true wandering minstrel, travels around Europe on his bike with a guitar strapped to his back. He … Continue reading Vanishing Points
A mid afternoon meeting is scheduled in the city centre, meaning a mad bike ride to be there on time, … Continue reading Twittens and Nooks
Walking home from the station in the gloaming, something catches my eye – a partridge! It is sitting stock still … Continue reading The Partridge
After a day and night of sleety rain a lull has descended and the sun has reappeared, so I escape … Continue reading Hijinks
A few weeks back, on one of those unseasonably balmy evenings that October brought this year, I watched a lone … Continue reading The Last Bee of Summer