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.


Celebrating what became from between…

It’s been a long time since I wrote here. It’s been a long time since I wrote anywhere, more than a biro scribble on the back of a receipt, usually a shopping list or the phone number of someone I should call about something that I can’t quite remember, probably something to do with the mighty Hedgespoken truck. I look back on long days of leisure with a laugh, not bitterly, but with amazement.