Rain like a bastard. Always big weather round here, more than our share. Don’t need radar animations or a weather app: just stick your head out the window, clouds all day escarpment gone and here in this last sunshine all it takes is… Continue reading
Month: October 2017
Bird box
a bird exists inside this five-foot box
made for beak and wing, Continue reading
Plums
(a reply to William Carlos Williams’ This is just to say)
got your note
(juice-stained). Continue reading
Saying goodbye at 5am
The land is a book waiting to be read
but if it’s not read is it still a book, Continue reading
The fungi replies (to Cathy’s real country garden)
I don’t know if they are artists’ pallets,
or horses’ hooves
it used to matter, but it doesn’t now.
They grew slowly, in dark arcs
and could support a book.
Their lips are white and moist
But speak another language. Continue reading
Pantoum – Poetry and loss
(trying to explain Maurice Blanchot to myself, twice!)
In the everyday use of poetry, words carry ideas.
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20 Poets – Cordite books
Free (yes, really) Continue reading
Odysseus at the front bar
This looks so much better on my site – come visit
or view the PDF here…
it should be about something.
like love Continue reading
season’s anagram (autumn comes)
the wind moans in the cote
as it tunes canto (odd muso)
on manse doors and eaves.
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waiting
the grass has gone blonde (and died), the trees are hanging down and the black earth is cracking open. Continue reading