I have walked through many lives
My book Baggage and The Wild Braid by Stanley [...]
Critical voices
I attended the Critical Voices event in Tunbridge Wells on [...]
From which the sky may be viewed
Most Sunday mornings, I cycle home from a zumba class [...]
Dark, too, blooms
I dislike the closing-in of the evenings at this time [...]
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 grasshopper, I mean
Just in from gardening, tackling the massively overgrown rockery at [...]
A better load
A friend emailed me saying she was feeling a bit [...]
The drunkenness of things being various
February was an eventful month, in the world and for [...]
He took off his spectacles and fiercely kissed me
Christmas Eve, I’m just back from another neighbours’ gathering. Another [...]
