Evensong II The day started badly. Discord, dis s o n a n ce, disharmon y. It’s not going well now either. I must go back. Tempus? No, hominem. I must seek forgiveness and fellowship, where justifiably, I am likely…
Citrus Meditation We got burnt We forgot the pale mandarin-juice-coloured late afternoon sunlight is only there for half an hour (at most) each day - the rest of the time the sun stares down raw and hard like an unpeeled…
Excerpt From the Song of Solomon He stands holding a bamboo whirligig my cousin bought in Bali. She stands, cuttings in hand, giving orders. They are surrounded by forty-five year old fruit trees, week-old flowers and dripping foliage.…