Standing by the window I heard it,
while waiting for the turn. In hot light
and chill air it was the crossing flow
of even life, hurt in the mouth but
exhausted with passion and joy -
RIP J.H. Prynne
Just started this: now this is how to talk. Will make my way through it this week.
A light purple one against blue sky
lilac days
Opening flowers on a blue sky day
morning hawthorn
"And while the waters of the vineyard spring may wash clean the body, only the desert can cleanse the soul."
ICYMI I wrote about a book that was sitting on my bookshelf far too long.
Patience is life: Gold Dust by Ibrahim al-Koni roughghosts.com/2026/04/17/p...
first swallow
Carnation by Alexander Booth (2025), displayed with a mini binder clip against a wooden background
CARNATION in the wild ... copies still available--! Write for more info
softest leaf
copper beech burst
Congratulations!
A taste of #Spring with Diana Evans, Takiguchi Yūshō translated by Jesse Kirkwood, Bruna Martini, Holly Edwards and Joel Cox
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Yellow in the garden, I do not have flowers in my heart so it’s very good to have them out there
today’s tulip
of the blue variety
evening bells
4 foreground, more in the distance. Green grass, woods beyond.
evening lambs
Harold Pinter in Krapp's Last Tape on BBC4 this evening at 9pm, followed by a programme about Beckett. www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b...
I’m tired of my themes
my themes all my own
they wear me to the bone
from the bone I build up
my themes all my own.
Thanks
It's stunning too.
Countless daisies, childhood days
From SOVETICA, one of the books mentioned in @cbeditions.bsky.social’s latest newsletter
In praise of ordinary people: Maybe Even Happiness by Ludovic Bruckstein, Alistair Ian Blyth #IstrosBooks
roughghosts.com/2026/04/10/i...
first beech leaves in last light
of the South Downs, back for another season
those hills, 8th April, 7.06pm
'In effect, through a form of projection of his or her own, the artist ensouls the object in the act of creation.'
Nouvelle publication dans la revue The Black Herald : Petit florilège oulipien, par Jean-Pierre Longre
www.blackheraldpress.com/post/florile...
From my first collection SAYING YES IN RUSSIAN The Presence of Sunlight Early morning. A street sets up the distance. A distance I can see, though veiled with hope, wild incalculable things. At the end, a pink haze. I move in the cool air of a day yet to grow hot. It's a future there. Like a season past you can't believe in now it's gone. An abandon remains. You pass tulips, things of summer, the humid air of a promised day. Years later this abandon remains. There are no people. But in this peopleless state everything is done for you. Think back to that hazy summer street. Only now the presence of sunlight is all there is. A moment of memoried light. And it returns, returns, returns to you until you take it up in your thoughts. You, the beacon it has been seeking out. Look at it, say what have we here?
sun, promise and tulips
Submissions for the 2026 Barbellion Prize are open!
The Barbellion Prize celebrates & promotes writing that represents the experience of chronic illness & disability.
Subs open 2nd April-1st September, 2026.
Judges: Penny Pepper, Dr David Bolt & Letty McHugh.
Full details: barbellionprize.org
