09/05/24 It is Joseph Fullman's birthday, and everyone's invited. He has decked the backyard to resemble a pirate ship. Great lengths of fairy light rigging, an upended beer barrel bar, a snapping tarpaulin. Everyone is dressed buccaneer. 13/05/24 I am a member of The Stranglers' Motorcycle Club. We ride through English villages, painting anything that … Continue reading Dream Diaries…123
I will bring you slightly dinted poetry. Bring volumes of it, as I promised. I will sing unselfconsciously, of longings from the early nineteen eighties. I’ll sing them in the kitchen, steaming, in the hot and foaming bathwater. I will ring you late sweet nothings, whispered in your bedside ear. I will ring you both … Continue reading Slightly Dinted Poetry
03/03/24 People keep commenting on my shoes. “Ooh, nice shoes!” “New shoes, Nick?” “I like your shoes.” I look down at my shoes, but they’re not new. They are a pair of grubby, once-white, All-Star Chuck Taylors, purchased last September. I bought them after much deliberation, much procrastination, only relenting, allowing myself, after the strip … Continue reading Dream Diaries… 122
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