Kate ClarkeOct 9, 20211 minOut of Mind I found an old leather pouch, shiny as a Prospect Park conker, with a stubborn, time-worn brass catch. It was tucked behind an attic beam...
Kate ClarkeJul 27, 20211 minDowsing I had a boyfriend once, who was one of those Led Zeppelin fans into cheesecloth shirts, the Solstice, castle ruins, standing stones....
Kate ClarkeJun 25, 20211 minNinety Percent I guess all parents know this, but I had no idea, that most of life’s enjoyment comes from watching someone else’s; Laughing at some...
Kate ClarkeApr 25, 20211 minBrief EncountersThey won't remember me now, those people who did a small thing to nudge me towards a way out, and a better way of living. Dave Kett, who...
Kate ClarkeMar 19, 20211 minA Year April has quietly set her traps laced my path with snags and hooks; the heat and damp rises in my old crying field the sunlight slants on...
Kate ClarkeMar 18, 20211 minWhat’s Her Name? On meeting another dog-walker, a little embarrassed, we’d say: “Vera, but we didn’t choose it for her.” And it is the name of a sturdy...
Kate ClarkeDec 17, 20201 minThe Smell of The WhiskeyI dreamed of you again last night is it the Baileys I add to my coffee are you tempted home by the smell of the whiskey? It's you, so...
Kate ClarkeNov 14, 20201 minListen Less We hiked a lot when we were kids Dorset or Cornwall, on holiday with another family A brood of boys, mum, and me Their dad, Ted, a...
Kate ClarkeOct 12, 20202 minSt Michael’sHalfway along the path turn right at the hawthorn tree Then it would be: ‘hello nan’, so softly You would stand between the two of them...
Kate ClarkeJul 29, 20201 minAlan O'Leary CalledAlan O'Leary called me, doll, the good ones are looking out for me now. A big man, big heart, he cherished you. Last time we saw him he...
Kate ClarkeJun 25, 20201 minNature Boy I hate to write of flowers It’s not very rock and roll. But those tulips you bought and I planted couldn’t be more you if they tried....
Kate ClarkeJun 25, 20201 minThe Dark End of The StreetThe Dark End of The Street (for Alyce Guynn) Your sister, Alyce, reminded me what, in my grief, I had forgotten and later on, I came to...
Kate ClarkeJun 25, 20201 minThings We Talked About When We Were Drunk Dion’s vocal bullets, those ricochets that killed us both. Your grandmother cooking you tea, while you sang her ‘Josie, hold on for me.’...