A little singing
Cold windy weather today after bright blue skies over [...]
Box full of darkness
We are fast approaching the shortest day. Thank goodness – [...]
A woman like that is misunderstood
Here’s a famous poem by Anne Sexton. Her Kind [...]
He too set me the riddle
I was going to blog on the new book [...]
Dark, too, blooms
I dislike the closing-in of the evenings at this time [...]
A bus says
After yesterday, I’ve been thinking about community – something about [...]
Tell me
I have been dilatory at blogging recently – plenty [...]
It’s more like a house
Here's a snap of the Canterbury Festival Poet of the [...]
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears
I’m a bit of a zumba bore but I can [...]
This repairing and mending
The seasons have been vacillating between summer and autumn. Early [...]
