Poem: ‘On My Mother’s Side’
Matt Simpson, 7 February 1991
Across the double glazing, the full moon nudges a look-alike, its own spook satellite, in and out of watery cloud.
A string quartet’s refined accents – andante cantabile – are exercising heart strings, when, gurgling suddenly, the phone ...
She’s trying numbers, Simpsons in the book. ‘Is that the Matt Simpson that’s at Liverpool University?’ Dear...