Still miss you: a poem

Still miss you: a poem

Still miss you A new day. First thing, the same thought: You’re gone and time opens up like a tablecloth spread across a minefield. Loss wells up out of nowhere Somewhere out there you can see me And I can see you But not yet Not yet. Thinking to myself If there...

A sense of place – and a sense of loss?

Many writers are inspired by places they’ve visited or lived in, often during their childhood. I was lucky enough to spend my holidays at my grandfather’s house in Somerset when I was very small. It was the brewery manager’s house, Victorian,...