Digging
(in response to Hunger, a poem by Jack Gilbert) I digged I dug I delved into, one tiny scratch turned into few, gleam of polish disguised...
To the brink
(in response to February 20th Street, a poem by Hugo Williams) In the blink of an eye I was bought to the brink of my sanity, I had...
My day
(in response to Anaphora, a poem by Elizabeth Bishop) One day it will be my day, like the days they all were mine. I didnt percieve them...
Knowing
(in response to Knowing Nothing, a poem by Jane Hirshfield) A knowing look. Know it all. Mother’s voice. Knowing, the control room in...
Disconnect
(in response to Grief, a poem by William Matthews) Disconnect. Hard to get a hold on. Domestic life. Have you turned it off at the...
I prefer
(in response to Lies, a poem by Jo Schapcott) Open spaces, spring meadows, allotments, or a humble veg patch. Freshly picked apples, sun...
Others
(in response to Transmutation, a poem by Gael Turnbull) I find others challenging, sometimes baffling, but ultimately I'm excited by...
Beloved
(in response to Different Heights, a poem by Stephen Dunn) Is that the title of a Toni Morrison novel? I think so. I think I read it...
Leave the past
(in response to The Little Tune... a poem by Peter Ackroyd) Leave the past … Before it leaves you Before it believes you After it means...
Come back
(in response to a passage from The Iceberg, a memoir by Marion Coutts) I come back often to this room with green walls and 70s cupboards....