rom time to time I write poems with content so contemporary they'll be out of date in a few months. I thought I'd publish them here rather than trying to find homes for them in magazines.
There's been an awful lot of contemporary recently, life seems to change so quickly and the things that shocked, worried or delighted me last week seem to pale in comparison to the current week's events.
The first poem is printed above. I wrote it when Phill and I went back to Cuckmere Haven on the Sussex coast for the first time since lockdown began. I won't say any more, the poem can speak for itself.
