Daughter and I

We walked both bleeding along Keyserlei. Daughter and I. No word passed between us, no misunderstanding. Nor any link between her silence and my conscious lack of speech. Only a hand put out to stop me falling. A stupid stone, she said. Take care. The child is mother to the woman. ‘I’m blooming’, she said…

Modern Minstrels

City Poets in the Low Countries The number of city poets in the Netherlands and Flanders is steadily increasing. The present figure for the Netherlands is about thirty. In Flanders only five cities so far have named a city poet: Antwerp, Ghent, Ninove in East Flanders, Damme in West Flanders and Diest in Flemish Brabant,…