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STAINED GLASS The quality of light: this, a piece of late evening sky. How darkness can shine: last of the sun, a first breath of stars, a waxing moon. Judas walks out of the small room while they are still … Continue reading →

IMMORTAL A summer morning. I’m 10. I’m sitting in a sandpit, back supported by a bucket upside down. The sun is brilliant, and standing high; it must be nearly noon. I tip back my head and I yawn and the … Continue reading →

Memories of loneliness within the crowd and seeking solitude in order to conjure up home… UNDER BLUE ANCHOR They were singing The Parting Glass. The fire was high. Some eyes were closed with the weight of the song; others gleamed. … Continue reading →

Another restless night. At 01.20 I stood at the window watching the skyline. During previous bouts of insomnia, there was always something faintly comforting about the long, probing lights of planes flying into Luton Airport from the east and descending … Continue reading →

I’m okay during the day. There’s lots to do and in between the TV bulletins updating us on the steepening infection curve, the increasingly ravaged images of angry, exhausted doctors and nurses on the front line and the sad, baffled … Continue reading →

LIFE IN A TIME OF CORONA 3. I stood looking out of the kitchen window. Hardly a breeze; everything very still. Early violets studding the grass; those last daffodils; the may pushing through the privet. The unconscious persistence of nature … Continue reading →

LIFE IN A TIME OF CORONA 2. Day 3 of family self-isolation. But it’s a spring Sunday and the daffodils are still in full cry across our weird bumpy lawn. I tried for some solemn moments yesterday. I had a … Continue reading →

LIFE IN A TIME OF CORONA 1. / 20.3.20 It’s still outside, save for the cars passing. I’m home alone. Sunny on the fields, but cold inside because I daren’t overtax the two 47kg LPG cylinders that comprise our entire … Continue reading →

« La poésie, c’est l’art de bâtir des ponts entre ciel et terre » Michel Deverge French poet Michel Deverge was no artist-in-a-garret. Once a cultural, scientific and technical attache to the French Embassy in Singapore, he was also an … Continue reading →

POETRY AND MEMORY On the publication of my first collection ANCIENT LIGHTS a few years back, I was interviewed online by a friendly editor (they’re out there!) for an article about poetry and memory. Many of your poems in ANCIENT … Continue reading →