serenade

the glassy stranger, front of stage, growing thin; conjure, silence, from the barber a handkerchief, a rabbit shape, an anecdote, a fringe.

(ellipsis)

… when I read her on the wire – which was odd as there are no longer wires - only ether – i knew, at once, that I missed her and would do whether she was either here or there, whatever hour and whenever. when I read her…

dream diaries… 49

November 17 2018 (Whitley Bay) A roadtrip at dawn. Long shadows of cactii & rocks. Sat in the passenger seat of a blue Lincoln, speeding across the desert. My legs are stretched out in the footwell. My boots are dusty. The dust from the road blows up & over the windscreen. Tuning in the … Continue reading dream diaries… 49 →