Sods & Graces

Sods & Graces

When earth gives way to the farmers turn, all thoughts of sods and graces are lost to the art of survival, as time drips endlessly to the relentless beat of the rotation tune. This land beneath my feet is scarcely different to that which generations before did proffer...
Mark Nepo

Mark Nepo

‘Like it or not, we’re asked to let everything in and through, trusting that it’s the passage of life through us that is renewing, not what we accumulate or accomplish along the way. As blood must pass through organs, as rivers must empty into the sea, our...
An Ode to Summer

An Ode to Summer

Farewell old friendYour time has come, And where you must now shine I can no longer follow.  You touched my brow And healed my soul, Guiding my feet In this greenest of lands. Yet now must the dark of winter prevail, It’s hold take grip of natures frame As...
New work

New work

A twist of fate,a sleight of hand,slaps across your facelike a Krugerrand.  Whether to laugh, at the weight of it all, or collapse to the ground in a well rehearsed fall? It matters not, for he’s fled from the scene,and the pieces you look for are plainly...
John Betjeman 

John Betjeman 

Cornish Cliffs Those moments, tasted once and never done,  Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun.  A far-off blow-hole booming like a gun-  The seagulls plane and circle out of sight  Below this thirsty, thrift-encrusted height,  The veined...