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Nessun Dorma

He’s a man now; doesn’t kick or pass,dribble or play a ball any more,toe to foot to knee to head, his loveof the game faded away. Thought it would last always, thought the yearsof sunlight and wellness would last too,restless infant gone, substitutedby a gilded child...

Elvis an Encounter

Darkness over ripe Welsh meadows,las vegas, fretted by strings of fairy lights, solar, blue,along May hedges, elder-greening, blossom-bursting, by cigarette glow, by crackling and hissing of logs from the firepit –where folks huddle warmed by blankets, chat,...
Brickbats and bouquets

Brickbats and bouquets

The life of a would-be writer is full of ups and downs. More downs than ups, to be honest; more disappointments than successes. But I am restored, re-affirmed and renewed by every positive response. A couple of days ago, a very good friend from over the bridge shared...
Poemathon in Penboyr

Poemathon in Penboyr

Refrains for the Ukraine. On Friday 10th February, from 6p.m., I’ll be holding a fundraising poetry event in the roundhouse at the home and premises of Veganishmum in Penboyr, nr. Drefach-Felindre, Carmarthenshire. Jayne Holland, (Veganishmum), is running a...
Applause and appeal

Applause and appeal

This isn’t directly about my writing. Many of us are overwhelmed in the face of huge global problems. It’s easier to despair than to do something. There are some folk who just get in there, start somewhere and try to make a bad situation better. Two of these folk are...