THE WILD ALMOND LINE
PROLOGUE
An old felt hat. A cane. An “OK Bazaars” plastic shopping bag in his hand. As if in a dream, I see the old man coming. The jacket billowing about his meagre frame, white, shirt-collar loose about the throat. He has shaven the flesh about the grey-white half-beard; put a silver clip on his dark tie. Edging through the midday crowd. Read …
Robert Adamson on The Wild Almond Line
“ … When border crossing, toeing the line and walking the line is contemplated through the prose of a journalist who understands the rigour and intellect and steel heart that’s necessary in a craft capable of poetry. “ Read ...
Paul Croucher on Padkos
“ … It is a collection that provides us with a poetry of deep affection, of a constantly surprising lyricism, of wry humour, and of the laconic Zen immanence … ” Read …