Category Archives: People
for Jean and Mado Under the sun umbrella on the terrace old friends meet. Watching the mist on mountains listening to the call of the cowman urging his herd to milking. Eating apricots, sipping wine, a gentle informality, born of … Continue reading
Tortured burbling comforted into silence, they say she’s pretty. She’d lived in France near the Somme vast experience there for the talking.
Poem for children – Carol Ann Duffy said children will love it – will they ever see it? My dad works in the circus And when we go to school He shows me lots of circus tricks, He likes to play … Continue reading
Seeds take flight with the softest blow, on dandelion clocks you know. Forever? How long can that be? And who’s in charge of time. Tell me? Twin spirits drift and sometimes fly, but cannot separate or die. Distance is all … Continue reading
Push open the door and enter her room with heavy beige wallpaper and brown gloss paint. Grandma, propped up with pillows, crisp white sheet, pure silk eiderdown, raises a frail hand in greeting. Time to cram her into her corset, … Continue reading