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UP The ice is melting. It pinks and shivers like thin music. Black windows in the ground go soft and vanish. Cobweb dewdrops glow like moonstones in the dark blue before dawn. You wake. You breathe deep. First light, bright … Continue reading →

            EVENT HORIZON I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light… HENRY VAUGHAN A dark treat, this sudden encounter with death. Entering the unlit room and expecting the … Continue reading →

LARKS ASCENDING I was 13 and staying with family friends in a damp, dilapidated but beautiful manor house called The Old Hall just outside the village of Reedham in Norfolk. Family friends John and Joyce Jacobs were running it as … Continue reading →

DIE MAUER IST RUNTER The wall is down. Incredulous we contemplate, through raw gateways, dawn in the West. You, the baker, me, the busdriver, there the student carrying a flag, there the woman who cannot forget or forgive; we move … Continue reading →

In 2015 Natalie d’Arbeloff and I had our collaborative work on Blaise Cendrars’ ‘La Prose du Transsiberien et de la Petite Jehanne de France’ published by the Old Stile Press, I translated the epic poem and Natalie created the illustrations. … Continue reading →

As stated a few weeks back, I visited Russia at the end of the ’90s and witnessed briefly the beginnings of the silent revolution that brought about the collapse of the Soviet Union, briefly presaged the advent of authentic democracy … Continue reading →

NIGHT POACHERS Full moon bold as a cry, clean as new ice. Two men running noiseless across frozen fields. Gin traps in canvas bags rattle like teeth. They fall laughing in clouds into the lee of a wall. A dog … Continue reading →