Tag Archives: Peter Taylor

Flying Home

Away three week I miss the small conformities of space, our private mirrors. Home is the instant you recognise yourself. Hard to feel yourself six miles up, a dirt speck in the jet stream. Going down, white swallows us as … Continue reading

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Winter Haikus

A small boy’s breath clouds the frosted vision of his dreams • The sparrow’s unforgiving chatter—a shy comfort amid the bricks • Horizon composes desire as trees awaken us— quivering • Rough heart on naked veins, wind-woven, snow-broken —a hollow … Continue reading

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Harewood, the Racers

No. 1 Bomber & Gunnery School, purchased after the war to become Harewood Racetrack. A string of bees in perfect flight is no more lovely than these who straddle death to ride beyond or fall into an agony of gravel. … Continue reading

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Terceira, from 2000′

White villages against an azure-tinted sea, the island of Terceira falls below me in a postcard of itself. Other islands, emerging from mist, stretch azimuth emeralds to the horizon. From here you cannot see cathedrals cracked to the foundation, streets … Continue reading

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