Monthly Archives: May 2015
Step outside the garden door, with bare feet on cold concrete, and after the realisation that it’s not so bad, you can bear it, move on to the dew wet morning grass, to the uncut patch, where the secret life within … Continue reading
In this wind, Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand. What news do they bring from far-away lands (from my notebook – May 13th) I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay … Continue reading
Wind dashing over hawthorn bushes. Sea-smacks on the rocks below the cliff. The hum of engines trawling the mist like a lost soul, seeking home.