Darkness descends and I don’t mind. It’s true I dislike the depths of Winter but I love the cosy-cuddlesomeness of Autumn evenings and stews and casseroles and deep red wine, and deep red trees, the misty, hearty porridge mornings, the slanting gold of it all.

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I have so enjoyed choosing the contemporary poems for our special LINNET’S WINGS — The Sorrow. This is a memorial issue and it’s a thing of beauty. Please BUY one.

Treat yourself or a loved one to a print copy this time. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Marie Fitzpatrick really is a bit of a genius when it comes to design and the quality of the writing in this issue is outstanding. There are WW1 poets in there too for your enjoyment — some you will know well and some you’ll never have heard of (perhaps because they fought on the other side). Bill West has written a piece about Wilfred Owen and I, one about Siegfried Sassoon.

I am reading for Christmas.

I have been in Writing for a Woman’s Voice a lot recently

Your Debit Card with Contactless and To Tommy Thompson are close together on the site. Also:

Water Sculptor

Owl Tales Never Told 

No Stone Unturned 

Of Equinoxes 

Beyond the Rim

Liberation

and there are a few more to come

In Bewildering Stories there’s The Box and God is not ‘God’

I do trust you will enjoy reading all the work. We need poetry to brighten the dark recesses of life and penetrate the sometimes relentless despair of the modern world — at least I do. And we need art and music and laughter and not to give in. As long as the creative spirit is alive, and as long as there are trees, there is hope.