First Snow

Like a child, the earth’s going to sleep, Or so the story goes.   But I’m not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I’m tired-   You can see it in her face, everyone can. So the snow has to fall, sleep has to come. Because the mother’s…

For Kim

– who asked for pictures of my books/bookcases I do not think Mrs Woolf would have appreciated it, but it is the truth, and I’d better tell you: There is no door into my new study. Its an open attic, everyone can enter – whenever … At the moment I’m focusing on learning how to write…