Strange and divers currents brought us to this time, this place, as mouth and hook collide. A moment of impulsive instinct, sating my hunger, and I am lifted into the alien air. I remember the panic, the struggling, and then I felt the pride and tenderness of the hands that cradled me in the… Read More Caught
It is not easy trying to photograph a bee. Its flutter speed is faster than my shutter speed, and I end up photographing not where the bee is being but where it has been.
Poet would like to meet glass of red wine for quiet evenings at home. You must be warm and soft, country of origin not important, but interest in the arts and current affairs is desirable. I am about a pentameter tall, hair tending to grey, but jet black with a bit of poetic license. Recently… Read More Date Night
Easter Monday in a cafe in Stamford. We came through the back roads, one stretch on a single track, past sheep and lambs, across cattle grids, past fields of bright yellow rapeseed. Continuing the farmyard theme, there was chicken omelette on the menu. I do not need to pose the obvious question here. Philosophy with… Read More Conundrum on the Menu