“Are they yours? Aren’t they magnificent?” “I’ll like them better when they’re on my plate." I winced and we walked away, commiserating....

I found an old leather pouch, shiny as a Prospect Park conker, with a stubborn, time-worn brass catch. It was tucked behind an attic beam...

I had a boyfriend once, who was one of those Led Zeppelin fans into cheesecloth shirts, the Solstice, castle ruins, standing stones....

I guess all parents know this, but I had no idea, that most of life’s enjoyment comes from watching someone else’s; Laughing at some...

They won't remember me now, those people who did a small thing to nudge me towards a way out, and a better way of living. Dave Kett, who...

April has quietly set her traps laced my path with snags and hooks; the heat and damp rises in my old crying field the sunlight slants on...

On meeting another dog-walker, a little embarrassed, we’d say: “Vera, but we didn’t choose it for her.” And it is the name of a sturdy...

I dreamed of you again last night is it the Baileys I add to my coffee are you tempted home by the smell of the whiskey? It's you, so...

We hiked a lot when we were kids Dorset or Cornwall, on holiday with another family A brood of boys, mum, and me Their dad, Ted, a...

Halfway along the path turn right at the hawthorn tree Then it would be: ‘hello nan’, so softly You would stand between the two of them...

Alan O'Leary called me, doll, the good ones are looking out for me now. A big man, big heart, he cherished you. Last time we saw him he...

I hate to write of flowers It’s not very rock and roll. But those tulips you bought and I planted couldn’t be more you if they tried....

The Dark End of The Street (for Alyce Guynn) Your sister, Alyce, reminded me what, in my grief, I had forgotten and later on, I came to...

Dion’s vocal bullets, those ricochets that killed us both. Your grandmother cooking you tea, while you sang her ‘Josie, hold on for me.’...