Poetry

Poetry

a place for my verse

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From Wood End…

From Wood End, or Herring Cove, looking west on a clear autumn day. The hills of Plymouth break the western horizon. Like a high island, lifted by the…

Aug 26 •

It takes difficulty breathing difficulty speakingTo feel the needThe power of speech and the desire grows to be inspiredTo breathe in air and put down…

Mar 8 •

Interpenetrating Waves

A hummocky bed of algae and eelgrass blocks the rising tide. An offshore breeze raises ripples growing darker towards the horizon. A tired old swell…

Jan 15 •

The ninth month of the year, before the Julians changed the calendar, promoting their household, claiming the glories of high summer for their own…

Nov 30, 2022 •

Neaps & Springs

Neaps & Springs Cycles train from Spring to neap show us how variation passes through phases of maximum and minimum. No extreme without its opposite, no…

Nov 30, 2022 •

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