November 13, 2016
in Poetry
The Starving Edge
'Such wanton speeches made sly solemnly by those sitting smug in the safest seats, feed the juggernaut of greed, taxing fierce sacrifices from the frail.'
Poetry
November 10, 2016
in Poetry, Reflections
Visits to Laugharne at Fifteen and Fifty
'The 9th November was the 63rd anniversary of the death, in New York, of the Poet Dylan Thomas.'
September 17, 2016
A Week in Grasmere
'Here is a photo essay and the poem that came to me after my walk.'
June 9, 2016
Under the Yellow Arch
These things wake us up from the zombie like sleep of the matrix and help us to live lives of faith-filled uncertainty.
May 9, 2016
in Photographs, Poetry
Make Haste Slowly
After my piece about recovery someone reminded me of the phrase 'make haste slowly' that features in a poem called Haste in Arriving in Magic; my most recent collection. It is obviously an oxymoron to the rational and calculative consciousness but I like to think of it
May 8, 2016
Recovery
'We have this idea that if only I could be allowed to stop and rest then it would all be great, but our striving and way of living can cause such a disturbance in our soul and body that when we stop the momentum of
April 27, 2016
in Poetry, Reflections
The Cycles of Life and Death
Yesterday I went for a walk in the early morning wood-shining glades of Eccleshall in Sheffield. The sun-dappled Bluebells were just coming into flower creating that blue mistiness the area is famous for. Every year these flower-topped stems poke up through the leaf mold and
March 23, 2016
Walking towards Spring
Spring has, for many years been my favourite season. As the ground, barren for so long begins to warm up and yield the first harbingers of change; the snowdrops, the crocuses and then the daffodils. We have just passed the vernal equinox and now can
March 22, 2016
in Poetry
Mother’s Bloom
A lovely evocation of the the stealthy approach of hope - even through a sense of shame.
January 6, 2016
After Christmas
On this - the feast of the Epiphany, held in the West to be the end of the Christmas festivities, I drive around Sheffield doing chores and peering through the ubiquitous fog. The word epiphany comes from the Greek, to show, to reveal, to manifest, the feast