"Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have... for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has." - Walt Whitman
Mica - a mineral. It glitters, like a crumb you want to pick up.
This pamphlet contains fifteen new poems. From the coins of
Greek antiquity to a group of young folk with a laptop via the
Mediterranean and Exmoor, the poet gives us objects, lives and
places of interest: occasions of insight into the partly chosen,
partly given, worlds of his and others’ energetic existences. The
poems in A Last Look are artefacts made with loving exactitude
in the personal workshop of memory.