this autumn morning, the same, almost so, as several in childhood, spent trying not to watch the bowl of oats and milk cooling on the sill. "waiting," he told me, "is a patient game." watching vapours reach for the ceiling. "the ancient greeks made shields from porridge. or was it the polynesians?" he … Continue reading re: ancient civilisations.
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 yo 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 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]
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