Little Sparta

Among the stones, inscriptions For drowned ships and fallen leaders, Stands of alder and of birch The frozen souls of…

Ghosted

I miss you, here, now. /
As your voice, telling stories, /
Murmurs through the pine trees /
And the red squirrels chatter overhead.

Father’s Day

I spent the day building the girls a tree house With a neighbour who is much more that way minded…

Otter

In honour of this liquid creature / Who twists between worlds / Blending shadow and light

Perspective (intro)

Arriving in Venice one morning in late April 1936, Maurits Cornelis Escher stepped onto the dockside and walked briskly to the University of Architecture, which turned out to be a rather disappointing red brick building near the railway station.