In Spring

On those lazy, hazy summer days, when I danced on his feet to old vinyl records, I could conquer the… Read more In Spring

She is Cold Now

She is cold now. It took a long time for her to cool. Longer than one would have expected. Her… Read more She is Cold Now

The air is sweet, ready rubbed and money-makers. I sit by your feet between stopped vines on my dried-up milking… Read more My Harry – III

I wake with Mam standing at the bottom of my childhood bed. I’ve been dozing. Trying to settle Lauren, our… Read more 28 summers

My Harry I The size of your hand. The roughness of your finger, calloused by tobacco and putty. The warmth,… Read more My Harry – A Sequence of Poems

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The new Boeing 787… Read more 2012 in review

until You come home my dreams are the fronds of ice that form on the window which fade as my… Read more until You come home

They sat on green folding chairs at the top of the hill, staring up at the sky. Nick had pointed… Read more Ex Vicis

Many, many thanks to Ivon for nominating me for the ‘One Lovely Blog’ Award. You can find Ivon’s blog here:… Read more Lovely Blog Award

Wake up and fight the all consuming greyness that seeped in through your pores when your mind was elsewhere and… Read more Wake Up and Fight