07/06/20 I don't recall the staircase bannisters to the front door being painted teal or even the walls blush-orange. I like it. I don't recall feeling the sanded pineboards beneath my bare feet before. I like it. The sunlight pours oblong-shaped through the letter box onto the floor. I am delighted (delighted!) and (as ever) … Continue reading dream diaries…90
[I'm reposting this from a couple of years back as it's Bob Dylan's birthday today - keep on keeping on. Peace x] Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He was taping the fourth corner of a large poster of Bob … Continue reading The Bristol Arm.
Saturday sunshine - honey on a slice of white - spreads the length of South Street. Its smear blesses nearly every pale thing. The windows in the terraces cannot help but grin. Front doors yawn on their hinges. The traffic rolls up and down in slow motion, the engine sweat beneath the bonnet; a cyclist … Continue reading ‘Brocken! – serious offers only!’
He left the house one evening and walked the coast road toward Weston. Occasionally he would hear a vehicle in the distance and as the sound grew closer he would stand at the roadside, raking his hair, straightening his coat, waiting its appearance. And as it drew near, he'd snap out a thumb and with … Continue reading Funky Town.
Aft, cabined behind the smear of glass, Ffooks attended the engine. The Hungry Gull awoke. He keyed her, she shuddered. She spluttered. He coughed and, putting his face across his shoulder, let loose a splendid purse of spat into the oily harbour water. Now Knott, sat on what appeared to him to be a … Continue reading The Hungry Gull.
Sam crossed the ankledeep, blackrain street, and setting his back to it, stepped up to the redbricked Rotten Fox. The panes glowed yellowblack and orange. He capped his brow, saluted the glass and glimpsed her therein, almost at once, a rose among ruins. The carpet was threadbare last century. It wonders what these new feet … Continue reading Threadbare Last Century.