‘The day before the murder, George Bull tried to poison me with a cheese sandwich.’Continue reading “Indelible: ‘Food and Nurture’”
Cardiff Poetry Festival is ON and so easy to visit online via Zoom with many free events. Here’s a sample from Chris Meredith’s new collection ‘Still’. On Sunday 12pm BST he’s launching this and a novel, ‘Please’. Please wave to me if you’re there!Continue reading “Friday Poem – ‘On Allt yr Esgair’ by Christopher Meredith”
Thanks to Becky Ross Michael, a glimpse into the U.P. Reader #4 has set off in me a nostalgia for a place I’ve never been: the Upper Peninsular of Michigan.Continue reading “Steaming across the pond”
A rare venture into poetry – etched in lead …Continue reading “Pb 82 words on lead”
‘You ask where I think the name of May comes from? Its origin’s not totally clear to me.’ (Ovid)
I like solitude. Even before I needed peace for writing (though, come to think of it, I’ve managed to work with the sound of sanding and drilling going on for the past few years) I liked being on my own: to hear my own thoughts and observe the world and dream, not having to talk (except to myself) or be derailed by someone else’s thought train.
And then you take yourself and your work out in public …