Birdsong of The Spoons.

Despite having spent an age arranging the blind so that she could sit on the rug with her back to the sofa and watch the morning lighten within their slatted lengths, she found herself under heavy cloud, brewing, quite unable to play. She laid the cold horn on the sofa, scooped up her shades from … Continue reading Birdsong of The Spoons.

re: ancient civilisations.

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.

Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

09/09/19 A fan of numerology? I suppose, post-event, I am. Although the science just doesn't add up, I'm always happy to find frisson and thrill in the noticing of numbers when and if they appear to credit such a sensation - which, I admit, is often. (The same goes for words/the appearance of people, et … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.

Your colour schemes delight.

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 your 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.