Spooner, Claude Spooner was his name the Bale blacksmith his sisters had the farmhouse over the road he shod horses, mended farm implements, and made wrought iron objects – window and door fastenings, gate latches, hooks and rings. he must have been busy once with […]
Winter dawn near solstice horizon brimming, outlining. A blinding orange bead behind my left shoulder catching grass seed heads glinting through the bare hedge shining through remaining leaves illuminating red spotted yellow maple. Walking up the wet tarmac lane into the sun with arms open and […]
one the spivish ex-Horse-Guards trick-rider moustache from North Shields. two when asked if she made any friends in Turkey after her holiday, my five year-old daughter said yes and they all had moustaches. three in Cosi Fan Tutte the two young men, Gulielmo […]
One A leaf makes sugar From air, water, and photons Quantum mechanics. Two Sucking up water A leaf defies gravity, It is full of holes. Three The newest beech leaf Crumpled green butterfly wing Translucent and veined. Four Burnt sienna shining sunny yellow spotted […]
trees, leaves, earth, clay, wood-fired pots, leaf prints. all these shapes and textures and colours, the sky, the air, the light, the whole experience of being in this place and looking, sometimes in ways as focused as my lurcher scanning the landscape for prey. the […]
Hanging out the washing first thing so as to catch a maximum of drying time has its own rewards and rituals. For one, early morning is the best time of day. I pick my way across heavily bedewed grass and flowers to a line strung […]
the Spanish for cardigan is rebecca, as sabina is a ballet pump, a film of glamour for everyday clothes. But Rebecca was not the cardigan-wearing young protagonist, respectable, inexperienced, over-awed by the reputation of her predecessor. She probably never wore one but seemed only to […]
bright flames at kiln mouth silent pots await the heat thrush singing above. christmas tree branches green triple fringe fingers spreading their network. greedy fire monster we feed you little sticks now but later, whole trees. single notes of liquid while I, earthbound, feed the […]
On Clip Street a hare slung in the hedge on Monday all angular legs and be-dewed fur. On Wednesday a young fox, ginger-rust coat and tail immaculate face bloodied. Yesterday a young tawny lay on its side in the middle of the road, the dog […]
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