I will wait for the birch wood
Birch is the first tree to colonise cleared ground in ecological succession – at least in most of the UK (followed often by oak). The leaves are covered with small […]
Tag Archives: poetry
text threads
I was writing about text threads last week – the online kind, where a conversation gets linked together by a virtual thread. The metaphor of threading‘s pretty universal: used in […]
writing like Freud
I do love words, text, writing, fonts. There’s something about the synthesis of form and content that’s very rich. It’s also something that we all do, that works from the […]
shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
For a change, I’ve been working on paper this week, writing Shakespeare love sonnets for a private client. So many sonnets are bitter, though: I was reminded how nothing is […]
hanging around cemeteries in the dark
Tonight’s the opening of the West Norwood Curious Trail: 6-9pm then at the nearby Portico Gallery until 10:30pm. I’m looking forward to being there in the dumb living twilight, with […]
‘still falls the rain’ at the Curious Trail
I’m making my installation for this tomb in West Norwood Cemetery on the Curious Trail. In the ledgers held there, I found two sisters, Sophi and Christine Zinopoulos, who lived […]
the foam as still as milk….
The fantastic Sussie Ahlburg has come through with fantastic images of my Llyr Lewis pots. I think this one is my favourite – the line in the poem is: “Ond […]
