Status Updates From Under the Rock: The Poetry ...

‘Next come muslim families bearing food parcels and blankets … who still arrive not in “waves” or “cockroach-like”, as the tabloid hate-speak would have it, but with smiles and energy and love.’

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Ooh! is that rude—said to someone who’s trying to rescue you?

i agree with the thought about walking and writing as the typical act—also an exercise

great! i’ve read The Gallows Pole and this one is completing the thought of that reading.

Mithumroyd! it’s Mytholmroyd… alright—i’m not sure how to pronounce it, … neither.

‘… belong here because they are of here.’

The use of local material—the very stone from which it stood—might have made the building last.

the icy weather is shaping the hardest rocky landscape effortlessly

‘Valey fever is real.’ me couldn’t imagine of living six months without sunlight!

use a single painting in a room as another window

‘… it will be nature and the natural world in which succour and solace will once again be found by future generations.’
I hope.

‘fishing is rarely about catching fish; instead I was learning to breathe and to think, to master the art of patience and to broaden my horizon.’

‘… once you leave the city it is very difficult to return; one only moves to London when either young or wealthy.’