Originally posted on Poet on the Farm :
  Goose Eye © Andrew Fusek Peters ‘…and then the first goose rouses, behind their gate in the wall – she calls, yammers, and like fires they catch and cackle.  They wake the very stones.  They fluff their feathers, unbend their necks…’ Last week I drove up to Acton Scott on empty roads to meet photographer poet Andrew… Continue reading Working with Andrew Fusek Peters