Advent

Auden, Barrett-Browning, Cope, Dickinson, Eliot, Frost, Gallagher, Heaney, Ibsen, Jamie, Kinnell, Larkin, Mahon, Neruda, Owen, Plath, Qabbani, Rossetti, St Vincent Millay, Thomas, Updike, Vaughan, Wordsworth, Xenokleides, Yeats, Zephaniah.  Who is your favourite?  Feel free to reach beyond the 26 I’ve offered you; I was just playing the alphabet game, and, in doing so, left out … Continue reading Advent

Hurtle

Are you watching it? The Winter Olympics? I watched the men’s singles Luge yesterday. A catapult on ice. Terrifying. The stuff of nightmares. A quick push before he or she jumps into a cradle on two blades and tucks himself in, becoming the projectile in a human slingshot, hurtling to an uncertain destination. The German, … Continue reading Hurtle

Yorkshire

I’m back in Yorkshire for a few days. Mostly I’ve been in York itself, town of snickets and ginnels, inviting little passageways that you might call an alley, close, entry or vennel, depending upon where you come from. Last time I was down here was December and I could barely move through the narrow streets, … Continue reading Yorkshire