The Cloud of Unknowing

The wonder of a sleeping park, enveloped in the mist Where space and time and matter amorphously exist The air has slowed to a halt and rests without a stir The trees have ceased their shimmying and quietly concur Disembodied voices, the barking of a dog Softened by the dampened air, a muffler of fogContinue reading “The Cloud of Unknowing”

Why Do Men Build Walls?

“The heart of the wall is where the unloveliest material resides, shoved in with less artifice to fill out the construction. But this is also a place of refuge, the voids between stones providing cover for invertebrates. As we worked, ants, beetles and spiders would often rush out from within when we disturbed their havens.”

Love your Local Parks!

I was recently commissioned by the arts organisation Collective Encounters to write a poem celebrating parks and the role they have played during lockdown. I’m lucky to live near Sefton Park in Liverpool and have seen how vital a resource it has been. This poem captures how I feel about parks, the joy of natureContinue reading “Love your Local Parks!”

The call of the river

Originally posted on That's How The Light Gets In:
Canada geese in flight. Photo by Philippe Henry The day began, walking with the dog in the park, with a skein of geese flying overhead, a honking arrowhead of birds heading straight for the river. I don’t think there is any another sound that so…