‘They look like mountains’

  I thought I knew my vinyl. Back to front and inside out. Then I saw what records look like beneath a microscope. All smoothness gone. Brittle Charcoal valleys. Scratched. Culverts- as if scoured by flash flooding. All arid in their dustiness.   I was lost for words, until another said, in reverential tones: “They look like…

Magic Fuels

I will have a lifelong love affair with the writing of Laurie Lee. His descriptions are both poignant and seductive, and bound by a sensuality which is both beautiful and unsettling. Reading him is at once blissfully comforting and yet harrowing, as real life is.  I am also deeply enamoured by a poem of Derek…

The panacea of Cader Idris

I know a place so intimately that I can summon both its scent and textures. I can recall its sightest sounds, and if I focus keenly, even conjure the feel of the air that moves there. The paths and rocks are etched in to my bones, and my heart and soul pine for them. No…