With Tess when she was small Down into grassy ditches The soft path tipped us, And hid for a moment the view Of the crown of the hill,...

Below the old church tower Where masons, time and weather Repair the scars of war, Centuries of flaking slabs Huddle, lean and whisper....

Concarneau - August A young woman, a man much older, Both dressed for everyday, He holds her round the shoulder, She him around the waist...

E vietato in Otranto calpestare l’erba but over the cathedral floor, from the great west door, feet trample the Serpent, limbs of the...

Sitting beneath the orchard trees, the meadow newly mown, consuming tea and scones, on plastic chairs and tables, what does this place...

On a quiet road this April day We park the car and thread our way Through trees which overgrow a scene Old photos tell us once has been...

Turku, your memories return. Past, what are you worth? Searching, recollecting, collecting, piecing shards, breakages together, the ferry...

The tide has not yet swept the littered shingle, Green and red buoys mark the channel, Pitch in scuds of rain. Violet fells Flow west across the quicksand bay; Cranes of Barrow perch on the white sea, Peer at the underglow, pick at the light. This scene for you my father, Harbours no past. Signs drift from meaning; All is grey matter. Images impinge, Do not sink in. The present and the recent, Even now the distant past recede; The rusting dredger calls it a day. Fresh mud clo