September 2020

  • 13 February 2020 As Parliament sits in its hilltop house, we spread our banners out on the steps: CLIMATE EMERGENCY. PAUSE BREATHE LISTEN ACT. We meditate there for two hours. Traffic noise like thick smoke rises from the city below. I hear you say: some day. Some day, when all these cars are electric, the Read more

  • It’s as if they said, three hundred years ago, this is a house, a flat-sided box with a door and small plain windows, two storeys of fired or quarried country, my country, grey upon brown upon grey, gathered in patches and swathes amid the irrepressible green— the fields, trees, hedges, lawns— gathered in blocks and Read more

  • My daughter and I swapped rooms. Her bed is now in the big room and my mat in the small one. She wanted the big room to spread out all her things. I’m sleeping better in the little one because the walls are closer. I made savoury rice in the large frypan. I put the Read more

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    Poem made from word hoard. owl sacrament / ancient sacrament / mother sacrament … Read more