Author: John Lindley

Wheeling them in, The yard gate at half-mast With its ticking hinge, The tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, […]

In Hayfield I imagine Not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits But a Spitfire’s sunk fuselage Has smoked […]

“I’d rather make $700 a week playing a maid than earn $7 a day being a maid”. Hattie McDaniel. I’m […]

A misprint in a newspaper reported: ‘Auden stepped from the train and was greeted by a small but enthusiastic crow.’ […]