Beyond the doors, from underground to overground.
Sweetly short. Naming names. Stings in their tails.
LOVE POEM #4: The pathway to passion. Barbed beginnings. Soft landings.
Nature’s struggle in the English countryside
From winter’s depths, inching to spring
On my mother’s peaceful final hours
America, a thousand miles away, and the Me is looming dreadfully close
Some sparkle to sprinkle on your wedding speech
LOVE POEM #3: Frustration. Barriers. Desire.
LOVE POEM #2: The heavenly choir. Peacefully blessed. Simple desire in an infinite cosmos.
Cause and consequences, the concertina of time, human failings.
On decline. On Decay. On the end of things.
LOVE POEM #1: Rawness. Intensity. Yearning.
Adventures in AI, in which Claude admits to “talking out of my ass”
Memory. Change. Urban spaces. Youth. Leeds.
Passion’s fading spark. The end of pornography. Littered hinterlands.
Waves roar. Distance whispers. Intimacy echoes.
Shadows lengthen. Presence and absence. Nature knows.
Love dissolves. Hearts rebel. Destiny prevails.
A comforting presence at a funeral. Loss, connection and hope.
Family, ferries, fatherhood and the pull of home.
Fading. Dementia dissolving. Fog.
Hallowe’en story: ELIZA in the Underworld. Terror lurks. Choice becomes destiny. Freedom has a price.
Night. Predators. Season’s turn.
Thunder breaks. Nature transforms. Life persists.
Heat and sand. Separate souls. Ocean and tree-shade.
Undergrowth is a collection of writings by Ian Winter.
