Keith SeddonStranger —ApproachingIt is early spring in 1959, and I am two-and-a-half. I am with my mother at a little parade of shops situated at the very end of our…Jul 3, 2016Jul 3, 2016
Keith SeddonStorm Clouds — GatheringThere are no mountains here, no narrow valleys that rapidly take you up, higher and higher, towards the snowy peaks. There are no tumbling…Jun 29, 2016Jun 29, 2016
Keith SeddonNorth Winds — RippingHypatia, I will talk to you of stormy days, when the north winds blow fiercely from the cliffs down onto the raging sea, making the black…Jun 9, 2016Jun 9, 2016
Keith SeddonDeath Mask — FormingLike a ghost upon the battlements, who will not rest until his revenge is secured, I pace the newsrooms and websites, TV sites and message…Jun 7, 2016Jun 7, 2016
Keith SeddonMen — HewingI am five, and I remember the joy of running home from school through the silence of the park, to the quiet sanctuary of my own private…Jun 5, 2016Jun 5, 2016
Keith SeddonBox — BewilderingI sometimes recollect a waking dream I once had, about ten years ago,[1] in which I am waiting in the afterlife, having been there for some…May 23, 20161May 23, 20161
Keith SeddoninThe CoffeeliciousOld Man — WaitingOne late August, after hiking all afternoon under the cool shade of a broadleaf canopy, I chanced upon a run-down, deserted halt which had…May 20, 20162May 20, 20162
Keith SeddonAll Things — EndingAlmost all my dreams are nightmares, and always have been. The earliest dream I can recollect places me in my infant’s perambulator, lying…May 19, 2016May 19, 2016
Keith SeddonShadows — BeseechingI stood on a vast plain, bare of bower, building, grove or thicket. And there about me also standing were the hordes of all those who had…May 18, 2016May 18, 2016
Keith SeddonHorizon — NarrowingOn distant days in distant years, before the illness and before we had to give up almost everything, we walked long paths through dry…May 17, 2016May 17, 2016