You ask me what I’ve learnt of love. Let me tell you a story in reply: Once there was a...

He came in from the hot noon-glare, brought shadow in with him under his cloak as if he carried night...

Under the light of the naked bulb                           ...

I ran into his arms before he could park his bike & we almost tipped over. He lifted me so...

Bless the soft rain that falls in shell holes. Bless the earth, blasted apart, the earthworm softening the soil.  ...

June 2024 Diary  June was a varied month filled with poetry, music and art. On the poetry reading front, I...

I was writing poetry aged twelve and still have a poem that my mother kept from that time. I recognise...

As well as attending the 10th Festival of Suffolk Poetry and doing a reading in Cornwall (see May Musings), I...

As I mentioned in my April Diary, I was working hard to develop more poetry contacts in Cornwall during my...

During my weekend stay at Cyprus Well last November, I took many field recordings capturing interesting sounds from the environment...

The beginning of the month began with listening to the winners of National Poetry Day which is always interesting.  There...

I spent Easter Monday at Gainsborough’s House in Sudbury. This has recently been revamped and extended with a grant from...