Before She Went She rests in music all day long Jazz, Opera, Nationalist folk, The closest thing to silence I can find here.                                         If she raised her head, she would see Tesco, a pub and the steelworks, the new...

    Tree Surgery I was growing tired of trees, already, before the end. Tired of going to nature reserves, forests, woods, with your tree index book, looking up words in Latin: Quercuis ilex, rubra, robur, chasing after your over-excitable stinking dogs,...

      Blues I The creature found me in Hensol Forest during my sixteenth summer I didn’t eat anything that wasn’t blueberry flavoured for two weeks and three days It lived in a wood cabin with a log fire and floorboards that creaked under my weight We...

  Summer, coming to an end He interrupted me: Look at the bees! I didn’t answer, so he came and crouched where I lay.  Look at them, he whispered, going ballistic in the toadflax!  And they were, busy-humming in the flowers, innocent as children holding hands, as...

Gnarled Forest  “You have finished on your own what no one ever started.” ― From Diana’s Tree, Alejandra Pizarnik     I dream mother is sleeping in her ochre bedroom; herringbone parquet floors, the curtains drawn to keep the intense heat out.The room, a...