Out there in the bay tonight, captured in a globe of light, hand over hand over hand, I imagine, her dredging, with beads of perspiration dripping, while I can only try to coax a tune from the radio static.
Waves.
Author: nickreeves
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Piccolo Knives.
When I saw you last, talking too fast, with your Gauloises & your Cola - well, it just makes you look older to me. It was dark in there, yes, I know. But I swear it said Bay City Rollers on that scarf wrapped round your neck & shoulders. Were you feeling cold, dear? … Continue reading Piccolo Knives.
dream diaries…44
October 17th 2018 Jayne L and I are paddling a canoe upriver. The warm, dark water breaks over the bow. There is a long and low, wet, wooden jetty stretching out from the dense green bank. It would be hidden in shadow if not for the strings of fairylights draped along it. We paddle … Continue reading dream diaries…44
