It's Still Life

The Colour of Elsewhere — Poems from the Periphery

North

Tomorrow I’m beginning something a little different here.

Last month, on the road north to Denmark and Sweden and home again, I wrote what I saw from the periphery: roads, fields, people, weather, family, things overheard and things passed too quickly to understand.

The poems became a journey of their own.

I’ll share them here over four days.

Starting tomorrow.