Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).

Sonnet, woven over poets’ weekend, to birdsong, kisses, blue socks, caresses; long baths, silk scarves and Lichtenstein dresses. Vacate the room by eleven a.m. On honeymoon sheets. The duvet is penned by second breakfast: Zimmerman verses; the cadence of their kitchen voices. Bend the bow, release; villanelle ascend the roads and bridges of Northumbria. Greetings … Continue reading Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).

I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

1 The frame is glazed with October  hugging brick and black mackintosh,  anvil noise, pedestrian crush.  2  Train-bent, late and suddenly lost,  I search my face for tell tale signs.  Pulp paperback roof for my head.  3  With pockets of galleon moths  a jam jar collection of copper  I thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier.  … Continue reading I Thumbed The Road To Wigan Pier

Nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.

My piece, 'A Surprising Success: The Maas Ice-Cream Empire 1935-76' (A Family History by Henry Eves), is published today in the anthology 'Nothing Is More Real Than Nothing: Writings On Ezra Maas' [Valley Press] I first became aware of the reclusive artist, Ezra Maas, several years ago through the writings of his biographer, Daniel James. … Continue reading Nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.