It’s about Time.
Richard Skinner is skilled at unpacking the moment. His observations, like drops of ink into a bowl of water, blossom out in unexpected directions, unfolding and unfurling the world. His language is deceptively simple. It’s almost possible to miss the way that he plays with sound to draw the reader to a conclusion. The work engages the senses with a studied intensity taking them almost to the edge of comfort.
It’s about Time
He uses ekphrasis, haiku, lists as litany, to interrogate the instant and out pour colour, perfume, light, life, and death. They are laid out before us for observation. They are the What and the How. The Why is a personal exploration of his own place in the maelstrom of Time. This is the thread that runs through every poem in the collection. The question is one of where he stands and what that means. What does that mean for a man? And, given a man’s place in time, how does he move forward?
“They say that a Yew can walk an acre in a year.”
If so, how far might a man walk? How far might I walk? And do I have the wisdom to do that?
The work of Richard Skinner is a beautiful example of condensed questioning.
The Terrace by Richard Skinner is published by Smokestack. You can find him here: