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Shoulder-of-Mutton Hill
Saturday. It is supposed to be hot – well, hot by English standards, but when you are used to cool weather, 27 feels hot – and I am going in search of the poet Edward Thomas. It’s not the first time. Midsummer 2019, I went in search of the footpaths of Edward Thomas and his…
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Poem on a thesis of romance
What is it you thinkI wantsome bouquet of conventions, lame dinners, fakery,cliched on balloons with coiled ribbons?Sometimes my words are uncomfortable(y)My mouth gets it wrong, what my heart wants.Romance: it’s not an arc-shot kisssoundtracked by a hipster ballad;it’s not anything except when – being just you – that is enough.But there are some things I…
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2021 Travel Resolution
I was recently approached by a major travel publisher and asked to write a short contribution to a round-up of authors offering their travel resolutions for 2021. The piece was to be about 150 words and include a photo. I was offered US$40 for this. I wrote the piece, focusing on two places I would…
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Longing; The Ride Home
It’s the kind of Sunday for lazing – maybe all Sundays are? – pouring a second, then a third cup of tea. Standing in the kitchen, cocked hip, savouring the way soy milk pours in thick swirls, wrapping myself in a long cardigan, pulling it round as if it will stave away shivers from the…
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Honest Year-in-Review
If I look back carefully, this year was actually really good to me. I was strong and I did a lot of things. I got a new lease on my work life. I read heaps of books and rested. I became an International Dark-Sky Delegate at the beginning of the year and by the end…
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Purge
I am the sort of person who doesn’t like anyone to see me not being strong. I was raised by a parent with some deep-seated emotional issues and being strong was a coping mechanism. When I excelled and was capable, I was rewarded with attention, which was the only form of maternal ‘love’ I ever…
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Benediction
It is quite possibly the biggest cliche to wax lyrical about gratitude on Thanksgiving, and that is precisely why I’m sitting down to write what I am writing. Since 2018, gratitude is something I practice everyday. I use the word ‘practice’ deliberately, as it is a ritual and an act that takes learning and practicing,…
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Remember, remember
Red dust glimmernight frosted in smoke andNovember sulfurcrackle, pop over theEast London Linefingers frigidheart burningover old coalsso here we are again, playing with fire
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