Beg Your Neighbour She pushes back her sleeves,cuts a piece of bread,dreads the cold, lonely day ahead. Could she pluck up courageto ask her neighbour for milk?He won’t look at her, let alone smile. How hungry she is for a smile,not church, trees, river in his eyes.She watches him: he pushes back his hair, abashed.She…

        Welcombe   Moonlight exposes a split ship releasing souls. One – naked torso gleaming – battles toward shore, arcing arms throttling breakers, eyes fixated on a cove flecked with witness. A soul released from turmoil, from wild hounds, rising, howling, he stands tall on rough sand, ruthless eyes roaming. Why sea, did…