Letters

My dearest Rhona, It is a great charm for me that you have taken to my initial letter and that you would love to read the happenings of...

Written in January/February of 2021 Recently, I posted a ‘story’ on my Instagram of a photo of a hole in one of my woollen jumpers, which...

Under a bunch of frosted burdocks a Duckling shivered. All around the air was thick with fog and a breeze began to move the burdock which...

Now I am six and twenty And the last ten years I see From my five to five a plenty Of much a revelry And now the line is crossed And I...

Eleven-year-old Léopoldine, Victor Hugo’s daughter, whom this poem of grief is about. Painted 1835. She drowned in the Seine aged...

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of other’s being, and no heed: And...