December 22, 2013
Probably the fittest I’ve been was in my middle teens when we would play tracker in Somers’ park, chasing and fleeing from each other from morning until teatime. Exercise is easy when you don’t even know you’re doing it. We’d run miles in a day and much of this was at a full sprint as […]
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 […]
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.
November 24, 2013
I’m chuffed to be among such good company in the Live Canon 2013 anthology. Congratulations to Tessa Foley who won the competition with a great poem, ‘Love Story’. And to Doreen Hinchliffe who won the borough prize with ‘Arachne’s Gift’. My brother was playing a game to see if he could guess which poem was […]
November 23, 2013
Wandering in the time between lectures at university I remember finding a tiny room with a small upright piano inside. The room had a polished wooden floor and a window that looked out onto a courtyard, I think. I can’t remember the view but I do remember the sunlight picking up the dust motes hovering […]