55.145° N 1.912° W
The distant bleed of hills become cloud-head.
the middle ground, iced-water, blurs, becomes
glass-eye, blind. Echoes of Jericho: horn blast!
There is snow on the highbrow, roadkill show.
He tells the tale of a lucid Bigfoot hunter, camped
at Powburn, striking bark, shaking trees of leaves
in early autumn. Stack. Smote trees at the roadside.
Fingered rings, cloud of umber; waxwing, sap.
lunch boxes
Malcolm: Cranston sausage. Hard-boiled egg. Tea.
Raymond: Un-iced fruit cake. Sweet, black tea.
Nick: Cornbeef sandwich. Scotch egg. Tea.
º we tea drinkers.
trouble with gophers
m. visited, once, Californian uncle.
beyond the facial tics – nothing.
but a petrol lawnmower, ‘little hitler’
daubed in emulsion on the tank
catches his eye.
all photos nickreeves
northumbria january 2019
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