Vanishing Act A poem by Gill McEvoy Vanishing Act My cloud is saddled and ready to go. It was sent me by a friend when I was ill: from my bed I watched the clouds and when I saw one... Continue Reading →
‘To Watch a Cloud is Consoling. Always.’ A poem by Gill McEvoy ‘To Watch a Cloud is Consoling. Always.’(Jaan Kaaplinski, from ‘In the Forest’) You sent me a cloud when I was ill. It would have my name on it,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 