Taste
When I walk into Norwich on the Road I choose when I want the world’s company, It reminds me of Green Lanes in my 1980s Harringay, a bustle of shops… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Norwich
120/2023
After the storm, He was surrounded By empty space And silence. There had never Been a roof over His hide except For a canopy Of trees. That was gone now,… Continue Reading
68/2023
It seems like a different country now, The train ride over the bridge By the petrol station, that past Adrenaline to get up and get to The door replaced by… Continue Reading
22/2023
Obliterate. Literally: unwrite, scrub out what Is written. What has been written Can never be unwritten – a fallacy. Everything can be destroyed except Matter. I don’t think my words… Continue Reading
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 333
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading
Day 317
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading
Day 144
As usual, I feel utterly exhausted after my 5E acupuncture. That’s why I’m posting this so late for a week day. It was my first treatment for a month (my… Continue Reading
Day 138
For the first time this year, which still seems new but is anything but, I put on my shorts to go for my walk yesterday. For once, I carried on… Continue Reading
Day 44
My, now oldest, sister messages me from Australia that I’m overthinking things, and my younger sister up North (I suddenly realise I’m the problematic middle child now) asked me three… Continue Reading