Burning

Under the binary star  Of I-love-you // you-do-not-exist, grass grew unchecked, disturbed within the confines of all those colours. The little wooden man sat At a rock scored by the wind, and grass rose high and waved wildly above like an eternal hand. Between the now and tomorrow White leaves flourished, rustling as steps advanced […]

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exotically grey

There! A nuthatch flourishes  Like something exotic High above the brown and the black of the trees. His song is thrilled About small worms and big challenges: To feed. To be warm. To seek Life above all things. Blue, grey and nicely orange, Sing, sing and cling To the branch upside down — Dive deep […]

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potato remembrances

They stole my birthdays Buried, unearthed, blind In the ripped sod, they Lied to everyone. So important The whole world stopped To pick them up. When the light is just so, And a whiff of wood- smoke is not scattered Among the leaves about to die, They come back to haunt me, Raw, dirt-covered and […]

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star-sharpened stones

As stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]

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Rudens kā rudens

Rudens kā rudens; Rudenām šķipsnām Iešalcas lapas Zaļganām maliņām — Čukstu čauksti sabirst Pelēkā zālē. Saule neizbalē, Tā pārzied Dzeltenās kļavās, tā Sabirzt piecstūŗa plēksnēs Un aizplakš mums garām. Rudens kā rudens, Oranžām malām Zilu dūmaku tālumā.

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to Him of the hosts of heaven

I love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]

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droplets of sun

Standing under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]

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Thoughts on ‘The Flying Dutchman’ as Sung in the LNO on 30 September 2018

The Latvian National Opera strikes again. Opera consists of so many things. The getting-to. The Audience. The Dark Silence whilst the orchestra plays the overture. This time someone had taken the audience in consideration and showed little Roman numbers of the actual Acts of the play up front so people could follow the major themes […]

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