Go here to see tributes to the marvellous poet, Ruth Dallas who died about this time a year ago. (You will see my tribute if you click on number 6 at the top; although there does seem to be a problem with the buffering. Maybe our network provider's slow - but at least you can hear me even if I am freeze-framed.)
For another clip of me reading that some of you may be able to download - it's big - go here.
The tributes have been posted by the tireless, dynamo David Howard on Beattie's Book Blog (and a plug here for Graham Beattie's fantastic resource for writers with articles and reviews posted daily from magazines and newspapers from all over the planet ... I don't know how he does it so faithfully and reliably, but I am certainly glad he does.)
At the end of the day
in socks, the cold, clear smell
of fresh air still on him, Dad
had his way of arriving back;
the glass of water he'd gulp,
the hanky tugged out from his pocket,
the way he'd lean back
against the nearest doorpost
to rub and scratch the itch,
or ache, between his shoulders.
Once after seeing me on the floor
poring over the world map
I bought with my own money,
trying to find Luxemburg,
he laughed and teased
saying, "Can't wait to leave?"
How could he know then
that he would be the one,
dying long before
I could ever leave him?
I have my next pile of books sorted and ready for reading. Not having the spare cash right now to buy books - much as I'd like to as there are so many people recommending some great books (stop doing that people!) - I am instead going through my bookshelves to find books to read again.
I have already spent an enjoyable few hours reading Jenny Bornholdt's 'Summer' and Rachel Bush's 'Hungry Woman'.