Tag Archives: Clive Donovan

CARROTS She sidles up beside me At the vegetable section. They are washed, naked, smooth and ripe. I am choosing what I like – Not too long, not too stubby, Certainly not broken. Some are very long indeed, Difficult to … Continue reading →

WALKING HOME How many times have I walked this way? These hard marble kerb-stones – sometimes they smile. The moon alone above gives a shady wink, Ancient and conspiratorial. There are no people in the street this night. This is … Continue reading →

REVISITING With my sister I revisited That place where we all used to live. I felt nervous. We were parked and loitering; We could be casing joints or worse With our studied photographs. I noted that the bus-stop tree had … Continue reading →