Monthly Archives: October 2009

        Gardening In Autumn mist hangslike drops of perspirationfrom the weary fronds of autumn shrubs –my senses sharpenas they caress my cheek. malcolm evison28 October 2009

  TIME CHANGE Turning back the clock I think of Canute – powerless in spite of expectations. One hour gained at the beginning of the day come evening swiftly taken away. Malcolm Evison 25 October 2009  

Sometimes I feel like an accordion squeezed by some disembodied self each chord vibrates bruised reeds each inspiration teases out a latent voice – rarely to be sustained – almost as if it chokes on its own respiration. Malcolm Evison