Little Stories of my Life

I’m so sorry, lovely readers, that things have been a little quiet here of late. Behind the scenes, I’ve been holed up in my tiny office, typing away, reading piles of books and scribbling in endless notebooks. I’ve been creating something that I’m genuinely excited to share with you, something that feels like the culmination

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a poem for June

‘Green was the silence, wet was the light the month of June trembled like a butterfly and in the south dominion, from the sea and the stones, Matilde, you traversed the midday. You were loaded with ferrous flowers, seaweeds that the south wind torments and forgets, still white, shrivelled by the devouring salt, your hands

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my beautiful circus

It’s that time of year again. The mysterious white Giffords Circus big top is making its way from town to town, flanked by glossy maroon liveried wagons. In a matter of hours, a field, a park or a village green is transformed into something altogether more magical, a secret world of tricks and adventure, of music, laughter

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a poem for May

The Trees ‘The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too, Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still

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