Ian Wilson is a mental health support worker. He met the elderly father of one of his clients about a year ago and they’ve spent Fridays together ever since. It’s a boon for both of them.
Almanac Poetry: The Last Time I Saw My Great-Grandmother
August 26, 2024 by Leave a Comment
This previously unpublished poem, according to KD, is one written long ago about his last meeting with his great-grandmother, Lucy. The encounter didn’t go quite as expected.
Almanac Poetry: Sickle Moon
July 19, 2021 by 4 Comments
This Monday’s poem from Kevin Densley looks in detail at the sickle (or crescent) moon – compared to its gibbous and full cousins, it is found wanting!
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