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Free Humans by Hen Ogledd   A song from one of my favourite albums of the year (" an ambitious, progressive, intelligent and...

RETSINA If there was, running in its sweet bitter scent, A thread of breeze playing the glint of sea’s glass, Glare off walls needling tears...

   Hearing the news of Derek Mahon's passing a few weeks ago, I drew out his Collected Poems from an obscure bookshelf in the summer hou...

 In a post from earlier this year I mentioned that its been ten years this summer since I began this blog; sporadically enough at times and ...

 The striped caterpillar my daughter found in the garden and kept in a jam-jar has now entered the pupa stage and formed a cocoon among the ...

 After seven weeks now of this strange interiorised life, I continue to be poised between thinking these home-bound spring days could well b...

INDEFINITE HIATUS No-one had the faintest notion                                                         what to do next,  there we...

   What an extraordinary state we find ourselves in: obliged to stay at home, avoid others (even family members we don't live with), can...

   Like many poets, I was saddened and dismayed to hear about the recent death of Roddy Lumsden. I met him at a couple of events in London,...

 Ignoring the harsh realities of this long, frosty January - my bank account is more than empty, an entitled Etonian perjurer is misrunning ...