Sometimes a Wild God – the mp3 – arrives.

I thought it was high time I turned the sound recording into a more proper¬†entity than a youtube video or an instagram post, with better sound and some self-respect, some dignity, perhaps a little gravitas, even more gravitas than vimeo. Someone in your life needs this poem as an mp3. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s those anemones.


Tuesday, moor-day.

Out onto the moor today. In the midst of all the busy-ness, the prospect of putting miles of moorland under my feet and acres of clear sky in my eyes gladdens my heart like the homecoming that it is, ‘though greater, when I’m out with the skylarks, the buzzards and the long grass. I’ll sing… Continue reading Tuesday, moor-day.