Set in a line like soldiers firing, The books I love but never read wait For their departure, glaring down at Me from the shelves where dust will soon be Unveiled, leaving silent shadows for Destruction by the softest weapon. I don’t have time to write my own poem about the moving. I’m too busy […]
Statues: celebrate the changes
A statue tells several stories. One is its subject’s, one is of those who commissioned and created it, and one of how we understand and react to these other stories. Which is most important? Do I need to open this post with a statement about black lives mattering? Surely not… Some things are blindingly obvious, […]
The Boxing Day words
It’s the limbo of it. Christmas Day was full of traditions and purpose. Even the anarchy of consumption and indulgence is ambitious: A systematic approach to emptying fridge and filling belly. Boxing Day, though. That’s a different story. The plan never rolls this far. Shiftless drifting from chocolate box to small screen, pottering, with a […]
