Image by Andrew Martin from Pixabay Julian, there’s a lost language between us.                             I can’t walk through it but like a cloud it stays in my mind,circling round the differences that make me sad.                               Here, I am almost nothing among tousled hedgeson the sea’s edge, the calming marshes, the rawnesswhere I come to save myself.             I’m…

V.E. Day in Selwyn Road, Cambridge. Author pictured in back row, third from the left.       V.E. Day   She holds a finger to her chin. Flowers bind her hair. White tablecloths stretch endless invitation. Flags fly. Plum trees pink the pavements and she’s stumbling into sun, brother a sweep, her sister a…