Tagged: alan martin


Poetry: ‘Tis the Season

By Alan Martin Surprised, yet again, by autumnal torpor,  and, intent on understanding, I settle to observing rain, and the consequent habits of snails, and the number of blackbirds that take to my lawn, with...


Nostalgia Moves On

By ALAN MARTIN It is still possible to  find one of the old ten-gallon galvanised milk churns in antique shops, but nostalgia would soon wear thin if the buyer had to manoeuvre the 50kg...


Alan Martin: Poetry Now

Poems by ALAN MARTIN JUST NOW In my woods-hidden house, with the power gone down, and no means of contact,  I am a survivalist,   creeping out from a niche,  post the apocalypse. My day...