tales from the combe

A short poem read inside a hollow tree just as the rain was passing through, November 2015.

Some days begin with an open heart and an open mind. . .
And some days push these limits past understanding and comprehension, I believe stories do this when you embrace them properly, but they are always stories, never more than, even if we wish they were....

Yesterday a Poetry Ramble was convened in Burridge Woods near Dulverton, the workshop journeyed into the forest to create and write inside the landscape. This was the second of two Poetry Rambles commissioned by the Lynmouth Pavilion Project and Exmoor...

The river Barle is unusual as it has no towns or villages baring its name along its meander through Exmoor. The river Exe which is equal in measure when they run together is the very opposite, but it is the Barle which is this summer's muse; as the Poetry...