Tom Jenks   There are ghosts bouncing on our lockdown trampoline, untroubled by social norms or overhanging branches.       Tom Jenks   Welcome to my home office, I am making amulets, in virtual meetings, looking up my own nose.   Good morning, blackbird, you are wise today, perched on the tweezers, predicting snowfall.   I am gazing steadfastly over the reservoir. I … Continue reading Writing in the time of covid-19