January 9th 2019: (Edwards Rd.,) Cutting patterns from a sheer, black material. Making a shirt for a soldier. I have never made a shirt before: I am winging it. The best way to cut patterns, I suppose, is to work from a cardboard template. My landlady appears at the window & asks, "Where is the … Continue reading dream diaries…55
Dave was one of the Catford street cleaners. He worked Inchmery Road (we lived at no. 3) and the surrounding roads of SE6. This was Dave’s patch. Being the 1960s, everyone knew Dave and Dave knew everyone. His were the eyes of the neighbourhood; in the same way that the bobby and the milkman were … Continue reading A Beautiful, Deer Antler Handle.
Grid Ref: NY939604 Several miles into the first walk of 2019 & it dawns that we haven't seen another human for over an hour; delightful! The madness of Christmas - the crowds of the city, the familial madness, the workload rush of last minute haircuts, the oversold train carriage - all fall away; the shoulders … Continue reading Five Miles of Letah Wood.
a bar room, on the east coast, crosslegged and picking notes, facing a hung crowd, torn between looking through them and staring them down - I am strung.
December 27th 2018 The muddied yard of a stable. Horses are led in circles. Other horses can be seen looking over half-doors. Cold, misty morning. The echoes of hooves on concrete. At the far end of the yard, a farmhouse - a red door. A man stands at the door, knocking. A woman is at … Continue reading dream diaries…54
The rabbit has to be put into the hat before it can be brought out. He had taken of late to dwelling a grotto at the brink of the town. And here, from this cavern, of a gloam and of a dawn, he beckoned and beat back the breakers that boomed on the beach. … Continue reading Wizard of Was.