Agog at a crux of presence
I think we need more festivals, not fewer. One of [...]
orchards and dark green fields
People keep commenting on the prevalence of birdsong during these [...]
Trees turned and talked to me
The news with its litany of loss, anxiety and uncertainty [...]
Feel the roots of the house move
I dream a lot about houses, my own, other people’s, [...]
laid with cloth of quiet
I’m blogging today whilst working on stories, whilst making marmalade, [...]
Ordinary life: the plenty and thick of it.
This disarmingly simple poem by Lisel Mueller is called [...]
And beauty came
It was with huge relief I saw a baby great [...]
Its papery nest
The half-way point of the year has passed. The longest [...]
Teach a thing its loveliness
I can’t keep out of the garden. I am [...]
How can I move to September while he remains in August?
In poetry therapy and expressive writing groups, loss is always [...]
