I read this last night at the Cafe Poets first meeting in Halesworth Library, after the usual meeting place, ‘Pinkys’ had been burnt in a serious fire. Given the current heat wave it was like reading in a sauna! It was a follow up to my other longer poem that I …
It seems to me that memory and the structure of complex spiders’ webs in Gorse bushes have comparisons. This poem was recently selected for posting on the excellent poetry and prose webzine Ink, Sweat & Tears by editor Helen Ivory. Click here to visit this website. PLEASE CLICK ON THE …
Without apparent stimulus the brain suddenly decodes something from childhood. PLEASE CLICK ON THE BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM The fence still stood when I was a boy. My fingers knew it was significant a strange structure in its second life
By what chance are we remembered by strangers, who speak our name beyond our life?
Can you remember that moment in childhood when you realised that your existence was much greater than your experience?
