Jackie Wills
The cutty’s goistering
The Friday Poem talks to poet and gardener Jackie Wills
Apple blossom
by Jackie Wills — The year Dylan's mother died / I picked sprays of apple blossom, / wound its pink, off-white shades / in raffia for you to take to him. // Every year it's out I think of us, / the children, how apples bring / the tree so low, until they thud