Canoes
January 12, 2014
We caught on memories, each one a wrecked canoe painted with forest-darkened light from a world gone to the shadows where they were silted.
Runner’s Prayer
December 9, 2013
Streets are for running back to ourselves after our busyness. Autumn is overripe. Skies transform. Leaves molder. This passing will remain. Mountains are for running in the sky but no one leaves the trailhead completely. It’s certain I’ll die but while running I’ll never be dead. Rain is a shimmering pall for sensing what we […]
Surfers’ Prayer
December 8, 2013
Stars hang briefly in the wind, sand scatters above a youthful sea. Not even the sky is permanent however much it seems to be. Good waves are only ridden once, never if something’s on your mind. So much happens in every moment. So much depends on what we find.
The Painter’s Son
November 21, 2013
The house I did most of my growing up in sits next to a lane that runs past The Trampland, which just was our name for a scraggy patch of unused grass behind my garden. Beyond The Trampland there is a solitary grey house. Morbid creatures that we were, we convinced each other that dead […]
Video recitals
July 15, 2013
Here are some brief videos of poems from The Inner Sea filmed on a beach in Cornwall.