It was winter.   Your eyes were closed each time I came. I'd sit and talk   not knowing if you heard. It felt like the same things...

Sea-bound, land-locked, ringed by high cathedral wall. Journey's end and pilgrims' rest: Saint Andrew's bones make travellers...

(with apologies to Cole Porter) Times have changed and we've often rewound the clock since historians got a shock when Belzoni smas...

Once summers stretched long and hot. Beaches became deserts. Woods were wild, dangerous places. We sat barefoot on branches. Trees ...

You always were the first: born before me (three years, seven months and sixteen days). You got a head start and kept on running. It was...

Quiet is the town and the town clock-tower, And quiet rock the boats on the sea. The trees on the hill are standing as still And as ...

Today is a good day for the seagulls. Hat, coat, gloves, scarf; rough fingers snag on wool. Cold, smooth buttons. The sky is fract...