16/04/20 She works at an Our Price record shop. She wears a white shirt with a little rectangle badge on the breast that reads V. Ward. Of course, I recognise her long before I am close enough to read the badge. We hug. "I thought you were a teacher." "Oh, not yet," she says. "Not … Continue reading dream diaries… 85
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Jam jar diorama.
calendar (...always x) painted sponge electrical wire & foam trees rug grass marmalade glue model (model's own :))
The music
and the arrow arched the blue and fell, their voices dimmed and faded. The wave rose silent in the bay. The needle and the vinyl braided. And supine upon the shore, the boy became very calm - a signature is signed - forever. Uneasy invitees, fingering his brow, his seams misread the message in the … Continue reading The music


