It feels relentless. We are in the 8th week of our family’s experience of Lockdown/Quarantine and while there are hints of change, there is nothing
It seemed a good plan to turn to another of Eland’s Poetry of Place anthologies. This time, it’s England’s turn, compiled by A. N. Wilson.
A slightly different approach today. One of my favourite publishers is Eland Books – they specialise in bringing classics of travel writing back into print
Everything is still so weird. So we need to let our hair down a bit. We need to have a few laughs. So here is
If you find yourself talking about nature in poetry, it is inevitable before too long that Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) is going to crop up. He
It’s almost as if there’s a contradiction in terms between the glories of the early English spring and this season of Covid19 horror and fear.
Most don’t associate Lewis with his poetry. My understanding is, however, he would have far preferred to be known as a poet than almost anything
William Blake (1757-1827) was one of a kind. A printer, an illustrator, a painter, a poet, a visionary, a provocateur. And that’s just the start
John Donne’s poetry is often difficult, sometimes perplexing and troubling, but always rewarding if closely attended to. He completely loses me quite often. But I
This is Holy Saturday. It’s an in-between day, a limbo. It is deeply unsettling, especially if you need your world to be categorisable, identifiable, graspable.
It is Good Friday so the subject matter for the day’s reading presented itself easily enough. Choosing what to read, however, was a very different
Today, the voice of an angel. Nope, I don’t have delusions of celestial proportions. I’m referring to the great African-American writer, Maya Angelou (1928-2014) who