The middle brother was a sleepwalker. He could be found surrounded by quarter eaten easter eggs, or marooned on an ocean of ripped wrapping paper. We camped the wild garden at the cliff edge. Tarp strung between beech trees, and he, ankle-strapped to me. One xmas morning, Santa and then, somehow, mother, found him … Continue reading Framed.
December 1st 2018. Norfolk. An amalgam of 2006/now. Anchored in Horning Broad at night. I have left the boat. I am above the boat. I float. It seems quite natural to see the boat, the water, the surrounding trees, beyond, from up here. What strikes immediately... the line (silver) stretching from the deck down through … Continue reading dream diaries…50
the glassy stranger, front of stage, growing thin; conjure, silence, from the barber a handkerchief, a rabbit shape, an anecdote, a fringe.
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