[tabby title="Poem"] The cooking bowl, hoped wish each stir -as if in mix would spoon alonespread star-dust on ingredients -is trough for thought, not pot-luck game,a recipe, old style, receipt. To often, as a dish served cold,we pay back what...

[tabby title="Poem"] CAPE TOWN Always the mountain.On the street are crowdsIn colours that theMountain’s bulk commands. And always there are crowds:The vendors at their wares,The taxi-drivers’ shouts,And the heart of the streets. And always there are hot streetsWith light beating...

[tabby title="Poem"] Is this opportunity or fear,dawning break or dusky cloud?The launch, fresh hope in brave new world,beyond the bar, the haven sound? Tidemarks ripple with histories -the stand Canute made in the sand,sad farewell waves to pilgrim clan -your...

[tabby title="Poem"] Where ash and bullfinch,kicking the curl dust-desiccated floorbedding conkers, to collect,and learn why candelabra die,the seasons passing, marking dance? Tell the mistle from the song,know more than robin’s easy blush,the finches beak from starling stab,enjoy the dripping on...

[tabby title="Poem"] Check out Eyam’s story - type it in,the global village sharing rank;a plague on all our houses, homes,our wellbeing no better dressed.Our greeting now olecranon,a process of hail fellow joint,though also place to catch the cough -as well...