If I am to grow old, let me grow up And stretch from shade to sun Where buds expand to greater green Fit for moth and maid and man.
I live on the river and you the sea, Joined by all that runs in all, Fresh rush and roar, ever on the ebb, Each drop lost without the other, Arterial to the bitter end.
The quiet loves the cold It follows where she wanders. And in their union Sound and touch conceive the mist Outgrowing both, another sense As sight is added to the clan. Last of all the snow arrives By night, heavyweight and silent And all we thought we knew looks new. The Fort is as quietRead more
The geese have been taking off from Bedford channel the past few weeks. Sometimes they fly right down the centre of Glover Road, like some natural parade hailing the arrival of winter, alerting any tourist who’s yet to acknowledge it and bundle up. Seeing them take flight from the river reminds me of a plainRead more
September Taut, I long to loose the past along with future tense. To gift myself the present and be glad. October O autumn heart Though brittle now, by touch unmade Be resolved to age and alter To beat and bleed in red and shed the rust. Be resolved to be remade.
This project began as personal reflection during Advent and evolved into something I shared throughout the season. Each day in December I read the scripture passages allotted by the lectionary. Flipping back and forth between pages, my meditation on the words led to penning brief amalgamations of language and imagery – short verses birthed byRead more
My travels this summer brought me back home to England for a family visit. History informs the future, and I delve into mine whenever possible. All Saints Church is a small chapel on the outskirts of Keyworth, Nottinghamshire. I visited the grounds on two occasions – first on a solitary run early in the morning,Read more
Hemingway’s council for writers was never to fully empty the creative well but to always leave something untapped. The little one doesn’t expel grows and upon returning to pen and paper the writer finds plenty has amassed while on furlough. Hemingway understood inspiration. Discipline or pressing on is crucial in any process, but in the endRead more