LUPUS IN FLIGHT

It unnerves me the face in the glass, that is sometimes me and sometimes not. I am unbalanced by this perfume, that is sometimes you...

You little light, You joyful face, You of the wide uncompromising gaze, You of the wild encompassing grace, You have faith. You hea...

Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison, Magpie Tales Last night I spent a couple of hours dashing about the Tate Modern with a modern art aficion...

The birds they are a twittering, round the birch, inside of Spring,  This morning, there were daffodils and daisies, And hidden things - A...

One of the pleasures of poetry is the way a line returns to you, unexpectedly. There you are, a schoolchild, being forced to learn of a poet...

I can hardly believe it. In my last post, which was admittedly two weeks ago, I was drawing messy I Heart U's in the snow, trailing my f...

for Joanna Haybittle I walk in the snow with the green grass just beginning to show I am calmed and grow fearless with each step Ga...

“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of ...

I Write My Face Upon My Age In Lines Of Poetry - I Right My Wrongs Up On The Stage For All The World To See. © Shaista Tayabali, 2...

Yesterday found me at the Arts Picturehouse -watching Aung San Suu Kyi in a brief documentary about her early years as a North Oxford housew...