Paul the Blackbird and Other Interruptions

The bee narrates his own symphony,  as I wonder —  do blackbirds run and hop,  more of a hop and Continue reading →

For the Future by Wendell Berry

The Solution by Bertolt Brecht

After the uprising of the 17th June The Secretary of the Writers’ Union Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee Stating Continue reading →

Sweet Lemonade Skies

After The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry Walking in wetlands on Tuesday morning, rare time alone, I savour November sunshine Continue reading →

October Bees

After Wendell Berry. “Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.” Continue reading →

Making Sense of the World

I have been doing a lot of thinking about the awful atrocities in Palestine following my band’s recent fundraiser for Continue reading →

Sway

Do not mourn my decay Watch me sway And remember the words I helped you say

Glimpses

Sat on the old bench – Captain Peter Percy – The organist told him, “you can hear the ghosts of Continue reading →