'. . . our curious type of existence here. . .'
A response to the close of David Jones’s introduction to ‘In Parenthesis’
This writing is called ‘In Parenthesis’ because I have written it in a kind of spaces between — I don't know between quite what— but as you turn aside to do something; and because for us amateur soldiers (and especially for the writer, who was not only amateur, but grotesquely incompetent, a knocker-over-of –piles, a parade’s despair) the war itself was a parenthesis— how glad we were to step outside its brackets at the end of ’18—and also because our curious type of existence here is altogether in parenthesis.
Talisman: Inside the belly of the beast
Be reasonable, demand the impossible
Signs of good weather approaching
The Flood
Signs of an approaching storm
Darwin: Jeremy Button
photoetchin
Darwin: Bahia
Darwin: Galapagos
Portobello and Golborne market, 150 years, 2016
Birdwatching from the Kitchen window: robin
Birdwatching from the kitchen window: blackbird
Poetry is a Dame
Cornucopia
Mother and Child
The 4th Commandment
Belly dancer resting
