Stephen Sexton on the mutable parameters of elegy Hail starts its patter and John joins me in the gazebo. I don’t know John, but we will talk, and thereafter nod hello …
Elegy for Olive Oyl (3rd prize: 2014 Competition)
I’ll go back to painters and whistles, shipwreck gardens Turk’s Heads, leaden hearts and let the winds their revels keep. I’ll go back to the water for something to …
