19/08/20 A familiar steep valley sleeved by towering pines. The air is sweet with sap. The path, needled and coned. This is the dream walk of always, leading me to or from a festival. I am with Phil A and a handful of others - near transparent people; fading; they barely make it through into … Continue reading dream diaries…96
if there's anything you feel should be done - be it dishes or a visit to berlin or llandudno - then do it.
He took the photos and the postcards from the mantelpiece - the palm-sized slate that he used as an incense holder; the dead flower he'd saved from his birthday: he scooped a scatter of low denomination coins and the glass jar tea light holders and scraps of paper with his hand on them - and … Continue reading Box Ephemera.
1. Toby's. 'Some of this grease is from sixty-six.' Slim. High-waisters; Levis'-greased; belted; (sometimes braced). Younger than I am now. Watched the waiters. Watched their edges. Whatever you want is a flat-top.
Tonight, laying in our bed - feet beached in sheets, salt beads on our brows, salt beads on our cheeks - the thought again about leaving. It was fleeting, like the lighthouse beam that plays across the headland, plays across the bay. The beam that threads the walls of this charmed room is a silken … Continue reading A Thimble.
Paul putt-putted her brow with two kisses and this seemed to me most fitting. Then, with some gargantuan and comedic effort, he clambered from the carpet, through the air to the bed and sat upon it, exhausted and pale in the candlelight. Paul peered into the compact, caught his breath and pouted. Have a go, he … Continue reading Sally, too.