DYLAN DAY PROJECT: 'Dylan' song cycle
Dylan (and the Drowning of Capel Celyn) I have loved Dylan’s work for years, and commissioned a new work for baritone and harp which I performed with…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Selaw ni Taerter
Selaw ni Taerter It is quite early one morning I am lying next to the woman who taught me the terrors of the flesh and more recently the…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Noil-kcalb-eht
Noil-kcalb-eht Sat supping Afternoon pubbing Gazing across the cockle fields past the sleeping boats in search of captain cat Is it he…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: In search of Dylan
In search of Dylan On our way back from Ireland we stopped off at Laugharne to tread once again the bard’s unsteady steps from Mariners Arms to…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Friday Evening Battersea Park
Friday Evening: Battersea Park A jet trails lines like pink mascara over the eye of the setting sun, that settles red on Chelsea roofs and gilds…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Neighbourhood Watch
Neighbourhood Watch Dawn blots up the inky starless sky, as birds tune up for the morning performance. A cul-de-sac cluttered with sleeping cars…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Goat Willow
Goat Willow We thought the Willow had died, but the bees around her catkins - fluffily emerging in early Spring - happily denied our errant…
DYLAN DAY PROECT: Connie
This is a poem in response to Do not go gentle into that good night. It is about meeting an old friend again after they've gone in a town that's…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: Going to The Pictures
The Market Hall Cinema in Brynmawr is the oldest cinema in Wales. When I was growing up the cheap seats were removed every Saturday to make way for…
DYLAN DAY PROJECT: It could be Christmas Day
It could be Christmas Day It could be Christmas Day: streets deserted, people in their homes. But the holly berries are gone and daffodils shine…
