Day 132
London. Early morning. An aeroplane overhead every couple of minutes. I do remember it being like this, when I did this regularly every other month, being away from home overnight… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Day 128
GT has given me his memory of the Avignon episode, so the reconstruction now runs something like this: I started writing the poem after seeing her, got three verses done,… Continue Reading
Day 127
So I found the poem to the unknown woman in Avignon. It was August 1987. Memory is not an exact time until you find the evidence. A bit like emotions…. Continue Reading
Day 126
It’s a year to the date that we moved from Stradbroke (the old village as I now call it) to Norwich. And, for some reason, I am running late this… Continue Reading
Day 119
6:30 FRIDAY MORNING We were oblivious To each other, the blackbird And I. It hid behind the empty Plant pot, I strolled through The garden, unseeing, mind On the greyness,… Continue Reading
Day 104
Perhaps I am too orderly even in my writing life. I’m behind again on sticking the blog printouts into my journal, and it hinders me in handwriting ideas into that… Continue Reading
Day 97
THE RITES OF SPRING Counting spiders instead of bombs In unknown cellars distracts Children from death, like toys Distract from nightmares. What If eyes don’t close until bombs Outnumber the… Continue Reading
Day 78
Two days of winter left. The wind is blowing the clouds across the sky. The sun is out. The office is dark compared to the brightness outside. It’s good weather… Continue Reading
Day 77
After less than five hours of sleep, words desert me. Or appear to. That futility feeling. Not because I think no-one reads, but because there are days when I feel… Continue Reading
Day 74
prose fails prose fails when clouds mountains missiles paper front pages ice snow ruins remote miles politics lies massacres borders closed to colour birth not birth birth death not motherhood… Continue Reading