billy casper’s tears Ian Watson / left to me by

/ left to me by accident

A purchasing manager who sees big city life as the route to avoiding school reunion shame

Of the demons we hold inside us

her husband away

Bilal Khubbayz

billy casper’s tears Ian Watson / left to me byCome hail, rain or shine, every day for the last five years Paul Summers has taken a ritual walk along the rocky shore at the mouth of the River Tyne. For Summers, Freestone Point is a place of meditation and contemplation, observation, observance, celebration and grief. It is also the source of all the poems in his new collection, a space in which the imaginary and the documentary, the private and the political, the living and the dead can be seen,