La Jument, photo by Jean Guichard  Before I open my eyes I hear the call of waves, ...

Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas  It develops in the bath; smears mirror steam, births metallic in crumpled ...

I contemplate waves, skip stones in your eyes, wade past the shallow parts. There is no need for old north boats, since we ha...

(Thanks to R.A.D. Stainforth ... with a small contribution from Amy the cat ...) In the space between the crash and pull of this wave,...

R.A.D. Stainforth moistens dry words on the page... I am the last walk with you, watch gulls hover, cry sharp in habitual air...

R.A.D. Stainforth in his black and white world...and so on... Waves come out of nowhere, swirl before I can steady myse...

R.A.D. Stainforth rusticating at the River Irwell... Yours is elegant, Limpid in hairpins; Addressed formally,...