John Clare’s Later Life (to see a crow fly in the thin blue line)   Years in Northampton Asylum where light thickened at his window   days when he shut out vowels and the letter y Nbd wll wn m…

Waving from the Train At first you’re afraid to board this train. You wake to black percussion of wheels crossing a river with no name. But tracks are warming in the sun, foxgloves stride along the bank and memory sleeps…