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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 →

A re-drafting of a poem posted to this blog a couple of years back. Relevant then to me as I continued to make my increasingly cautious way forward into the years immediately ahead, it resonates just that little bit louder … Continue reading →

  THE HAZY WORLD OF BLAISE CENDRARS by LEE ROURKE from The Guardian, July 27th 2007 Reading Blaise Cendrars is like stepping into another universe. His fiction is unlike anything else I’ve ever read. His poetry influenced the mighty Guillaume … Continue reading →

WE ARE – audiofile

I’ve suffered from chronic insomnia since childhood. That subtle, momentary wrinkle in the air as you settle into bed that tells you that beyond this point sleep is not an option. And then, recumbent, the staring across the room towards … Continue reading →