Memory IV
What do we recall of past loves? Are there letters? Gifts? Mementoes? Something bought together that has somehow stayed in your hands? A book recommended? A piece of music? A particular place? A view?...
View ArticleMemory V
Do “is” and “was” and “will be” collide and fall into an undifferentiated heap of time? Siri Hustvedt, “Memories of the Future”, which has been my companion and prompt throughout this series of poems....
View ArticleVoke’s Wagon
I have no idea where “Love” is in my record collection, though I know it’s in there somewhere. Sick on the ill-digested emotions of others I ponder words and their unexpected plosions, the way...
View ArticleOn Your Shore
Strange that I’d never seen this poem by my long-dead father, nor knew he had written any poetry, until it was posted online by a relative tonight. It’s on a much-folded piece of paper, with holes in...
View Article“It’s You” Talk Talk
In our elder days Ilisten to you talk in yoursleep: your worries,frustrations, love,muttered or out loud inboth your languages and Ihold you, let youspeak in tongues, mymind full of imagesof all that...
View ArticleRemembrance
Even photos taken yesterday look aged, remembrances sinking swiftly into the past, where my children seem sweetly distant, my parents slowly fading from full colour to sepia, their parents already...
View Article19th. November 2020
There was this tight triangle in thesky tonight: Saturn for old age,Jupiter for jollity, and anew sharp Moon forpoets to hang theirshreds of love and longing. Did we just yearn for sadnessall those...
View ArticleVaccine
I was too young to see my mother’s relief, as I bravely took the polio vaccine, ending her fears of calipers and iron lungs and my early death.
View ArticleChristmas 2020
So I am on Christmas Eve cooking the turkey to cut up cold tomorrow to put in tupperware so that we can walk through cold London with our daughter caught by Covid craziness when I would be happier to...
View ArticleFleet
My paternal battlefleet is formed in line ahead,led by my great-grandfather—amid-Victorian ironclad, clunky butpotentially vicious—followed by mygrandfather—a sleek Jutland battlecruiserin his...
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