Walking by WestWords

Listen to my new show!

Barefoot In The Head – A Man Called Adam 

Walking on Tiptoe by Ted Kooser & Glamur – amiina

Song Of The Open Road by Walt Whitman & Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel

Can’t Go Back Now – The Weepies

A Step Away From Them by Frank O’Hara & Virginia Avenue – Tom Waits

Walking Around by Pablo Neruda & Tower Of Song – Leonard Cohen

In Praise Of Walking by Thomas A. Clark & Allistrum’s March – The Gloaming

Amalia – Melody Gardot


Enjoy the show!


WestWords Perfect Pair 11.08.2014


American poet and teacher, Thomas Lux was born in Massachusetts in 1946.  He is known for his humour and once commented in the Los Angeles Times, ‘I like to make the reader laugh—and then steal that laugh, right out of the throat. Because I think life is like that, tragedy right alongside humour.’ Some of his books of poetry include Child Made of Sand (Houghton Mifflin, 2012); God Particles (Houghton Mifflin, 2008); The Cradle Place (Houghton Mifflin, 2004) and The Street of Clocks (Houghton Mifflin, 2001). The humorous: 


By Thomas Lux

For some semitropical reason
When the rains fall
Relentlessly they fall

Into swimming pools, these otherwise
Bright and scary
Arachnids. They can swim
A little, but not for long

And they can’t climb the ladder out.
They usually drown – but
If you want their favor,
If you believe there is justice,
A reward for not loving

The death of ugly
And even dangerous (the eel, hog snake,
Rats) creatures, if

You believe these things, then
You would leave a lifebuoy
Or two in your swimming pool at night.

And in the morning
You would haul ashore
The huddled, hairy survivors

And escort them
Back to the bush, and know,
Be assured that at least these saved,
As individuals, would not turn up

Again someday
In your hat, drawer,
Or the tangled underworld

Of you socks, and that even –
When your belief in justice
Merges with your belief in dreams –
They may tell the others

In a sign language
Four times as subtle
And complicated as man’s

That you are good,
That you love them,
That you would save them again



WestWords Perfect Pair 29.06.2014

US poet May Swenson, was born to Swedish immigrant parents in Utah in 1913.  Her first collection of poems Another Animal, was published by Scribner in 1954. Other collections include A Cage of Spines (1958) and Half Sun Half Sleep (1967). She is also the author of three collections of poems for younger readers, a collection of essays, and a one-act play titled The Floor, produced in New York in the 1960s. This is:

By May Swenson

Beneath heaven’s vault
remember always walking
through halls of cloud
down aisles of sunlight
or through high hedges
of the green rain

walk in the world
highheeled with swirl of cape
hand at the swordhilt
of your pride
Keep a tall throat
Remain aghast at life

Enter each day
as upon a stage
lighted and waiting
for your step
Crave upward as flame
have keenness in the nostril
Give your eyes
to agony or rapture

Train your hands
as birds to be
brooding or nimble
Move your body
as the horses
sweeping on slender hooves
over crag and prairie
with fleeing manes
and aloofness of their limbs

Take earth for your own large room
and the floor of earth
carpeted with sunlight
and hung round with silver wind
for your dancing place