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.’
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.’
A Week in Grasmere
‘Here is a photo essay and the poem that came to me after my walk.’
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.
Make Haste Slowly
After my piece about recovery someone reminded me of the phrase ‘make haste slowly’ that features in a poem called Haste
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 those disturbing factors persists like inertia.’
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
Walking towards Spring
Spring has, for many years been my favourite season. As the ground, barren for so long begins to warm up
Mother’s Bloom
A lovely evocation of the the stealthy approach of hope – even through a sense of shame.
After Christmas
On this – the feast of the Epiphany, held in the West to be the end of the Christmas festivities, I drive