What is there to be said about the humble foxglove? That the flowers that are beautiful can be deadly, too? Commonplace. Like life, the weight that we bear. The air is heavy, aching to burst in fire and fury. Waiting on the bees too fast for the camera lens, flies gorged on a month without rain. Its flowers are heavy too; the sun hazy, alight: electric. Swollen with a birth too long delayed.
J.M. Summers was born and still lives in South Wales. Previous publication credits include Another Country from Gomer Press and numerous magazines / anthologies. The former editor of a number of small press magazines, he has published one book, Niamh, a collection of prose and poetry.
