When I am Asked When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature. … More
Tag: Grief
Autumn
Autumn One night goes on longer than the rest, never so long, whiled away. Then dawn. Goodbye, insects. Hollow casings … More
God’s Grief
God’s Grief Great parentwho must have started outwith such high hopes.What magnitude of suffering,the immensity of guilt,the staggering despair.A mind … More
Go well
I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More
Courage
Courage It is in the small things we see it. The child’s first step, as awesome as an earthquake. … More
Do not pass go, do not collect £200
The grief keeps on coming. Though I write from my place of privilege, of safety, it still feels relentless. … More
Living in the layers
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I … More
On the Edge
On the Edge After your mother dies, you will learn to live on the edge of life, to brace … More
Practice
Practice To weep unbidden, to wake at night in order to weep, to wait for the whisker on the face … More
