It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like keddle nets…
Poetry
It took three rows of barbed wire coiled round stakes, hammered at angles into sand and shingle. The beach packed and leaking like keddle nets…
The first she prises out, clenched in bindweed: reluctance adds to its appeal. And there: not so large as to burst pockets, several flints conspire…
And he’s coming to town: Weds 23rd Nov 8pm, Red Roaster in Brighton. Ooer!
On Saturday I was at a writing day at the Poetry Society, led by Ann and Peter Sansom, who put us through our paces in…
An interview with one of my favourite poets of the moment.
This is not what I expected.Red was my colour, or white,white as a virgin’s skin. Robeshung from me as delicateas the smooth charcoal tissuethat floats…