No rich patron for St Andrew's Church, unmoved by digging at historical facts, dropped, slumped, almost marooned, leaving it off-centred on Alfriston's Tye..
I let my grey hair over-grow, wear out dead man donated clothes, I occasionally tap paths with my worn-down stick, missing the beat of my off-time limp.
I write this, aching from my simple effort, now bench-propped, on Luxford Field, with car shunts and engine revs behind me, then killed, still, replaced (for now) by birdsong. This afternoon, under ripe end-of-March sun, (we will judge once more with warming fears), I wave at the future, upright in a buggy, trundled up the … Continue reading Field Work
You too have climbed from the alluvial swamp of youth, of immaturity, that dark cloy which sticks, a viscid ignorance, up from that shallow place to our adapted older-selves, without His re-engineering, One's dulled interest long lost - ever since J. Robert Oppenheimer re-purposed the identity of God, and made mankind the last hope. 'Survival … Continue reading Abiogenesis
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Each weekend was a curst return from pitch-black, boot-filled, lifeless ditches, each boy scolded for deep cuts and rips off furrow-tripped meadows. We ranged, untouchable, free, across fallow farmland, never knowing every acre was doomed. The River Addle, our course of choice, went first, piped and diverted. Next came the laying of black lanes for … Continue reading Before
I have danced on the stage at the Royal Albert Hall, sidled a swept Princess and a hundred-like fools. Their rules of movement, to me unsaid, I turned to a tune, not that which played. I spun below domes, under the clouds of song, with a woman so slight, because ballet is wrong: Their rules … Continue reading HRH
The mean clock is doing it, the balancing trick, ten-ten, as ever the secondhand there timed it, re-ticked on cue, aligned with the brief minute's late-late reach to the far right, just as I looked, synchronised, to check another missed hour, and I should retire at this point, not too late, never, ever too late, … Continue reading I Should Retire