Poetry
Summer 1969
Hearts
Woken, perhaps when the baby cried, sometimes I mowed the grass before dawn: around me a damp dark smell of fields where lamps like planets moved on the rim and […]
Poetry
Summer 1969
Beasts
At night, surrounding the house, their fear impregnates summer air as, muffled and crazy as moths they stumble among the gorse. What’s that? What’s that? Laying poems aside, I go […]