I’m very pleased have a new poem up on the Black Nore Review website. Not least because they are based in the West Country and their logo is a silhouette of Portishead’s Black Nore Lighthouse (coincidentally, there’s a poem about it in my book Street Sailing). Click the link below to read ‘it’Locked In’. Locked…
Every area of urban green space has it’s own particular history. However, in a general sense, it’s probably true to say that the reason for a specific site’s continued existence will be one of three: it’s a cherished survivor, it’s hung on by chance, or it’s been deliberately created in a spot that was previously home to something else.
Discovering north London, via a canal. A walking journey in the early 2000s. This place keeps on changing…
Richly Evocative 