Six years ago, in the fertile belly of pandemicspring, you were inside looking out. The street was quiet, no traffic, bar a delivery van,the driver masked and gloved, as were the single walkers, with or without dogs.Not even an aeroplane in the sky. The sun shone, flowers bloomed, but you wiltedin the stifled isolation of […]
Day: April 2, 2026
Always a Poet
Neat and tidy, they played together,pouring invisible tea from a tiny teapot,serving imaginary sandwiches to dolls. I sit on the staircase of memory, digdeep into the toybox of the past and pull outbooks and a snot-filled tissue of lies. My sisters’ childhood was free of tears and worry.They never saw my mother’s bloody nose, nevercame […]
writing in north norfolk 