06 December 2009
Earlier this year, the APs and I went on a little trip out West. In addition to staying in a magical house in Shropshire and visiting places in Shropshire and Wales, we went down to Exeter to visit some friends who do many things including farm. They have dozens of breeds of happy rare chickens […]
22 November 2009
In the garden
Dirt under my fingernails
proclaims the advent of spring,
and summer’s slow continuance.
My ankles and calves are mud-streaked
grubbing around in weeds like caterpillars,
seeds come to visibility as tiny green promises.
I am face to face with
the reality of miracles.
The man who sang
There’s a man who stands and sings by the river.
The colour of a country night [...]