This is a reworking of a previous poem
Once a day we walk green lanes and where the path narrow swerve into harrowed fields, like cars on icy roads keeping our distance, avoiding collisions.
Poetry, writing, life
This is a reworking of a previous poem
Once a day we walk green lanes and where the path narrow swerve into harrowed fields, like cars on icy roads keeping our distance, avoiding collisions.
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts