For Lucy It seems strange to say it but we’ve been constrained to a limited space. We do have the privilege of a garden. It’s all relatively new to us. A blessing just in time before the world got stopped. We established our very own animal pub there- it’s called The Grain & Shell. Birds & squirrels feed & drink & fight & dance &

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H appy to share that the editors of Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art and Words selected my poem, ‘Definitions’, for their January 2021 issue (vol. 8; ch. 3).  I am in great company. Visual Verse release a new image on the 1st of each calendar month and accept submissions up until the 15th of the month.

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When churches fall completely out of use What we shall turn them into -Philip Larkin, “Church Going”, 1954 I woke up this morning thinking T.S. Eliot had no clue but (truth be told) he must have known a thing or two.   Larkin, he must have done so too.   “As we turned the corner we were confronted by more rows of coffins“

We should have known it well it thrives. indeed, on being human our touching each other; hands on face speak out loud, droplets & breath hold on to the handrail move down the carriage, use all available space it’s proximity &

I t was the morning after the night we were forced to say good-bye you and your kind, too, are neighbours often walking the road home on weekday evenings after work. Those nights you and yours, unfazed, silent and determined, blending with brick and park remind us of the great woods this all once was.

[and with apologies to Mr Cave] “I get lucky/I get lucky” sings the voice: this morning always to-day (was it yesterday?) as the day dawns slowly yet impossibly quick- unstoppable. We get lucky.

H ow little did I know about Lazarus’ true feelings waking up a decade later dead tired & unable to digest the universe before him. A backward glance does not reveal the past but the load on neck & shoulders & the eyes, the eyes blinded by the light. ¡Levántate, Lázaro! the accent lacks the strength required to lift the dead weight towards life.