Her Picasso Gift.

I see her in a shaded space on the far side of the street, vixen, stood against her trestle, beneath a tarpaulin that shivers. It is draped and slung with floating dresses, throws and scarves; tie-dye collage against a background of movement, of brickwork, of shapes and faces. She is weightless, appears so, almost painted, wears … Continue reading Her Picasso Gift.

Your colour schemes delight.

Someone has complained of the beach weed stench - this beach stinks is etched into a bench. Next to this someone has penned for consideration You a bitch and your mum is a fish • The queue for chicken bones, the hound shite footprints, the coven of the blameless, detail the carpet, the sand and … Continue reading Your colour schemes delight.

close to the aperture [close the aperture]

[close the aperture] three boys, at the tyne’s edge, sit, in silhouette, atop some metal structure that they should not be sat atop. a gang on a gangway. their legs hang beneath them. they have liberated one of the wreaths from the gravel of the nearby merchant seamans’ memorial. they talk measuredly, loudly, as they … Continue reading close to the aperture [close the aperture]

close to the aperture [another competition]

[another competition] october 1970. after assembly, as we filed from the hall, we were each presented a daffodil bulb wrapped in screwed-up newspaper. we were given, at the end of the day, a little plastic pot and a paper bag of soil. we were told to take all home, plant the bulb in the soil … Continue reading close to the aperture [another competition]

close to the aperture [window sill]

[window sill] this window sill is crowded with - four limes, an avocado, a tangerine, two apples, a ginger root man, a rubber egg (where did that come from?), much beachcombings, a spider plant, several books on ufos, a napoleonic toy soldier, a jar of english mustard, a bulb of garlic, a hard wood cube … Continue reading close to the aperture [window sill]

close to the aperture [oblong of light]

[oblong of light] the tyne ferry sketches across the river from the north side & sidles, beautifully, up to the south pier with such grace that I wonder if the river, tonight, is not brack, but brandy. the voyage is only some six minutes, but always a delight & well worth the £3.60 return fare. … Continue reading close to the aperture [oblong of light]