Category: Free to Read

Written 28/09/2017. If you walk past the bandstand,with its too-white paintand curling iron detail,an island on a manicured lawn,you might take the riverside path. Past the old inn,the pubs, the tapas bar,and the overfull car parkin miniature. It drops down to the very edgeof the water,lapping at the path’s sideat high tideand leaving the trodden…

Written 27/09/2017.For Terry C.R. Evans, 1937–2007. It is at times like theseI am reminded of my grandfather’s greenhouse. Stepping over the thresholdand feeling the warmth,Feeling the sun filter intothat cramped, glass room — if there was sun, that is.And if there was light(There almost never was.)It came through the remnants of vinestill atop the roof, The lingering evidence ofthe…