Poetry
Autumn 1994
Last Word
Mum, the sadness is my brittle grief: how quickly it becomes only a concern that when news comes of my dying my children will also give only a brief thought […]
Poetry
Autumn 1994
In Aubrey’s Place
This was Aubrey’s dining table where he ate alone, wife and her mother beyond the serving hatch, soup for lunch and tea prompt as Home Service News, but if Nanna […]