Hares I have seen – Katherine Stansfield The first crashed a fence in a field near Shrewsbury. It was after lunch of lamb slow-roasted for a night and a day, its grease still slick on my fingers when she broke…
Sunday/Monday poem – Paul Stephenson
I had a bit of a disaster with last night’s post. I got back from my reading at the South Yorkshire Poetry Festival and frantically began typing, having completely forgotten what day of the week it was (yes, who knew…
