Hello 2026. Let the longer days begin… shimmery silver birch is the first in the Celtic tree calendar, and associated with fresh beginnings. Or in my case, endings. I will be aiming to finish my novel, Radiant Things, and reduce my ‘onlineness’. I work on my computer for most of the day, and I’d like… Continue reading wolf moon
Tag: poetry
this view outside my window
Is ridiculous in its beauty. It shames me that I can see it. It is more than Constable. More than Bob Ross. Brushstroke trees, style it out. Ablaze in amber. Behind, bit part actors. Form a wash of ruddy forest Feathering down the hill. A stark hedge cracks through the centre. It’s all there. The… Continue reading this view outside my window
