Robert Duncan

Robert Duncan is a little known American poet, he was a friend of Thom Gunn and remembered in Gunn’s poem “Duncan” in Boss Cupid (2000). Gunn says of him: “While the pen wrote, and looked beyond conclusion” I am a bit haunted by metaphors about conclusions of late; Lorna Shaughnessy in “Sacrificial Wind” has Euripides…

In Ennerdale: A Poem

  In Ennerdale Last July my niece Jenny and I went wild camping to the English Lake District and this is a poem about that memorable end of day experience of lake-light and vision. Ennerdale Water is the most westerly glaciated lake in Cumbria, very deep and the area  has been designated for “re-wilding”….well I…

Old Man at Angle Tarn

  Another poem from my trip to The Lake District with my niece Jenny. The photo is not Angle Tarn but it is such a great photo of Jenny’s I thought I would use it. The importance of not losing the adventure of youth and in many ways reconnecting with it later again is so…

Wild Camping at Red Tarn

Wild camping at Red Tarn My niece Jenny and I have been camping and walking in the English Lake District for a week. There were several highlights, apart from enjoying each others companionship, one of which was a shared meditation we did in late afternoon on the trail with most other walkers gone home. We…

In the Market (Another Galway poem)

In the Market The lad behind the stall sells me garlic and early potatoes. He isn’t pushy so I return each week to chat and buy. Watching him today in baggy pants I express amused concern as he unloads a box of apples and rises stiff with pain. Eager to help and meet him, with…

Moment of Grace

Moment of Grace Between gulps of coffee and groans About the fuckup with the keys last night My eye catches Through the small cottage window The struggling form of something. All around the garden Bits of debris, molded leaf, Some shredded particle of Turkish straw From the repaired thatch-ridge, Or small feather that lined A…