Monthly Archives: January 2017


Chromatic Fantasy

      [T]hey are not things, they’re not ideas: they’re shots of green and red and yellow and blue . . . a whirlwind of forms that still have yet to find their form […]


Close (Port of) Call

      About the only advice I can give you, and it’s not much, is to keep your eyes and ears open . . . and stay out of the shipping lanes as much […]



    If I were a bear And a big bear too, I shouldn’t much care If it froze or snew . . . I’d have a fur muffle-ruff to cover my jaws, And [white] […]


Party Animal

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Designer Teacup

          I stirred the afternoon into my tea . . .   “Christ Church Meadows, Oxford” Donald Hall              



    “I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street . . . ”   But all […]


Frost Flowers

          [A]ll seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness . . . Or [whether] the secret ministry of frost Shall hang [the eave-drops] […]


New Year

          A year has come to us as though out of hiding It has arrived from an unknown distance From beyond the visions of the old . . . A stranger […]