A dramatic increase in the number of wild and sometimes accurate stories about global warming is predicted during the coming decade, reaching danger level by at the latest 2025, according to the latest research. Those living on the edge of knowledge…
Read: Damaging emissions
looking for dry ground, he quarters the fields but the flood plain here could swallow an army and suck birds from the sky his unnatural boat crawls from lane to lane obeying speed limits colliding with the unknown something moving…
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A recent journey with car-averse friends from Norwich to the wilds of Iona brought home the pros and cons of public transport. Taxis are comfortable and convenient, but expensive. Buses are often not where you want them to be, and…
After months in the trenches unexpectedly daffodils broke through at dawn and have occupied the back garden They make no onward move, standing at ease as if awaiting further orders It should all be over soon: there is thunder in…
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Growth is good: it is evidence of life, and we all need evidence of that sometimes. Except, of course, that if you and I grow too much, we become obese, and that is bad. So in our particular case, growth…
Holidays are generally regarded, I think it’s fair to say, as opportunities to relax. When this relaxation can be coupled with guaranteed warm weather, this is regarded as a plus. But do we really think about the effect holidays have…
And so I have gone over to the other side: fresh voices echo into the future, becoming distant, and leave me behind, sitting on the dock, the wind sweeping lazily across unfamiliar shallows An absence of snakes fills me with…
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Farewell to Philomena Farewell to Bantry Bay The blossom’s out in Baltimore But no, I cannot stay I will not say I’m dreaming The sun is coming through God knows there is a meaning In everything you do Yes, I…
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I was born in Norwich, and nearly 70 years later, I still live in that “fine city”. Yes, it is fine. We have no truck with modesty here. I am not completely immobile, though. During some early years of my…
Read: They’re closing in on me
reeds by the stream direct the sun downwards, opening doors: I stand rooted to dry land, locked in an old landscape a bare branch above the water a scratch of stalks – as harsh and as sharp as this life torn…
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