Silent Eulogy

His name was Roy Eldon. He was 72.   If I had met Roy I would have told him a tale of a wonderful day not long ago, and it would have gone something like this: “This morning I wandered off to the greenhouse, armed with a mug of strong black coffee, a...

Communion

“It would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived here All the collisions Wasted, I’ve never been so wasted I’ve never been this far out before Perimeter walk There’s a presence here I feel, could have been ancient Could have been...

A Fella’ Who Makes Chairs

A little while ago I was contacted, out of the blue, by John Rainsford.  He asked if I’d be interested in doing a piece for The Arts Interview.  I pondered for a little while, initially being reluctant, but then, warming to the idea, I agreed. John sent me...

Firewood and Possible Futures

As I stood waiting for the sun to rise, sipping coffee, with the warm breeze wrapping itself around me, I heard the swans pass quietly overhead.  They flew in formation, their wing beats the only disturbance in the pre-dawn silence as I listened to them fade into the...

The Silence

For the last few weeks I have been pondering at some length on the silence induced by the chair I recently finished, and many thoughts and ideas have whirled around my head, some easily dismissed, some more reluctant to depart. When I closed the door that evening was...

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