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...but only by listening very carefully. Image by Richard Kay / Gateposts in Elland Park Wood licence CC by SA 2.0

I am enjoying my work with the Royal Embroiderers. I recently met a very interesting widow, Mrs. Henrietta Grace Smyth Baden-Powell. Her husband...

In My African childhood We lived next door to a ‘church’, could hear their fervent chest-beating, shouting at all times of the day and night. So...

You go to someone’s house and they say to you, “You have to take off your shoes before you come in.” I went to my brother’s house last week and that...

Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/het-bonhe-mp3 Het Bonhe As spring emerged from winter, Russian scholars, teachers taught the...

I wonder how it must feel To be a subtle accomplice To one’s own trajectory. A myriad of mannerisms And social graces, Manipulated solely By timely...

Days later, the lords were making their own departures. They had a treaty in their pockets – half of it each, cut jagged down the middle so that the...

Milk-Money Door bright daffodil day embarrassed parents redundancy stamped stand silent in the queue for dole in happy sunshine teleworkers gathering...

I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago during one of my blah days. Today I thought I'd share it: it is another blah day. Also, another day when the fact that my hair is clean and going swish is one of my few joys.