The Future news has made the Present precious in visceral ways  This Sky – is it still blue or shading to green where poison taints it? This Tree – still living, still spreading a hurt majesty in quiet defiance This child of mine, of yours dreams on the verge of abandon whose grip…

Wow, I have been out of the running for many months – sorry to all who visited, tried to converse, only to be met by a wall of silence. This year has been dominated by hideous dentistry – which I have now completed, thank heavens, and I have a bright new smile as a reward. It…