This post was prepared quite some time ago, when I went round one evening photographing the three lamps in the flat which have any claim at all to be worth a look at. In fact, as none of them is of any great distinction, I decided to lump them...

The 24th episode of Tales from Rainring has just been added. This episode sets the scene for the denoument which will bring the first section to a close and throw open the story to embrace other times and locations, as well as a whole new cast of...

We are sheep. You have taken us from the wild hills to the fat grass and the house of death; do not pity us. In the still fields in the first light we have stood with God; rather, pity yourselves.

In the last post, I featured a poem that I wrote in my thirties – ‘he who the watchfire keeps.’  I have now succeeded in doubling that age, and the following is something I have just written and could not have written in my thirties. It is also, in a...

I had a delightful class of young Japanese women university students this summer, and on one occasion I asked them to go out of the classroom into the surrounding greenery (this was the campus at Sussex Uni) and look for inspiration for a haiku. I must...