Almost two years after the first great unveiling of Landskerian public art, the second instalment in the Landskerian art trail.

We fell asleep beneath red leaves / And left the goats to ramble / I dreamt of apple blossom, / You dreamt of apple crumble...

I often lie awake and wonder / About the things that I might like / If money were not an issue, / If space were not an object...

My folk, my family told in tales, were taller in those days...

Cwmcerwyn was a prominent farmhouse on the eastern slopes of Pembrokeshire’s highest peak; often called Preseli Top in the past...

For a few months now, my coccyx has ached every time I sit down. It’s a minor complaint, but a persistent one...

A comprehensive survey of 670 trees in our 2.5-acre garden in West Wales, as they were in June 2020...

Like many people, I’ve found my usual routines interrupted this spring...

“Cofiwch Gwmcerwyn” or “Y Carreg Cofiwch Gwmcerwyn” is a painted boulder in Landskeria, Mynachlogddu, Wales.

Landskeria is of late an entity more characterised by doubt than by certainty; and more by questions than answers.

Following a bit of reading during the colder, darker months of 2017/2018, I am now in a position to offer a roughly researched history...

Last time I wrote, I detailed a partial audit of the as-yet-undeclared state of New Landskeria, which (due to said undeclaredness) we...

I’m waiting for washing to wash in Old Landskeria, formerly known as the Most Serene Republic of Landskeria. I think we can safely say...

Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord? / Would you walk the trembling embers with me, Lord?

For a decade we fought off the wild polar bears, / And laboured by day in forty-knot winds...

“Have you ever tried needles?” he asked, /Mancunian tongue, Gog saliva. /Thin and looking sorry for himself...

I have a confession to make. Last week I bought a second-hand copy of my own poetry book off Amazon for £5.00, plus P&P...

Benefactress, retired actress, / Please don’t fund my art...

There’s an industrial hum / At the art factory. / You can feel how far we’ve come / At the art factory...

Its dimensions are delicious: / All three of them equally so. / Its composition is comparable / In purity to snow...