Heyshott Harvest
Three gold headed children bent in prayer, sun through the west window on the copper ear of barley, marking Cobden’s…
Tiger Head Sonnets
XVIII My grandfather searches for flints, for bulb fractures, for shatter marks. A kestrel is rising like smoke over tumuli.…
The Rhyme of the Reddleman’s Daughter (V-VII)
Part V But in the far off distance I saw a whirling wind; far out on the horizon, I saw…
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