The moon has been so bright over the last few days from the hills of Kiboswa. And with that, I’m enjoying this poem called Moon, written and performed by Rich Watkins, with backing moonfull music from The Mountaineering Club. Find more of Rich’s creative adventures here.
Too much rain
loosens trees.
In the hills giant oaks
fall upon their knees.
You can touch parts
you have no right to—
places only birds
should fly to.
Kay Ryan, “Crown” from Say Uncle (Grove/Atlantic Inc., 2000)
Picture taken in the Maasai Mara, Kenya
Every now and then, we take over a lovely little shop called Bermondsay Fayre in South London, and put on a pop-up folk night where artists and friends perform their poetry and songs. It’s cosy, very intimate and fun!
This was our second pop-up folk event, organized by the Borough Common Church, raising money for Macmillan. The video above is Ali Mackenzie. I’ve also uploaded a bunch of photos on Flickr from the event.
