As children we learn to count to number ten,slowly at first and then racing on ahead. Soon we are counting, in twos and back again,sheep in the darkness when we have gone to bed.We count the days until school is out and thendays until freedom of summer has ended.But we never stop at number eleven,an odd […]
Tag: Elevensie
On the Soft Skin of the Underside
In the days of physical elasticity,instant sparks of electricityand youthful hunger,whether in daylight, twilight or moonlight,lips and teeth tended to tattoo and collide on the soft skin of the underside. Now I love to tangle in the copper hairon forearms, chest and belly, wherewinter frost has started to appear,but it is on the soft skin […]
writing in north norfolk 