Today's posts

Today’s poem. 

‘Where is home?’ an old American asked me in Sognefjord in Norway a few summers ago. He too was looking for home and to find it he visited the village by the fjord which his grandfather had left many years before.  Here is yet another poem, then, about missing home.

‘The Tall Girl from Somerset.’   Anne.  Sunny side up and dark side down.

  

‘The woman who was jealous of herself.’ In which there are three phone calls and two meetings.