"...Peterborough." Every home is a new build; even the minaret behind the sidings; even the steeple between the beeches. "...Newalk Northgate." Dun rabbit in a orchard; fenced scrap of scrub - corrugated sheeting. New builds. "...York." Victorian iron & glass, arches. Railway museum. Silver Birch. Sleeper stack, redbrick, flint. Two-up, two-down terrace. Slate. "...Darlington." Sunset … Continue reading 17:30
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if there's anything you feel should be done - be it dishes or a visit to berlin or llandudno - then do it.
When I was a kid (and sometimes still), i could reach and touch the walls (and the ceiling) from my sheeted bed - although this was impossible. And then, with an advance unstoppable, my bed, the ceiling and the walls could all be touching me. And somewhere still there was (and is) the thrill of … Continue reading although this was impossible.
in the light play between the john street beeches i thought i caught a glimpse of you.but that couldn't be rightand is only half true. will I ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)? i am a mystery, as you are to me; but we've both been 23, and therein lies the … Continue reading will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?
One haircut today, and that was first thing this morning. My winter duffel was too heavy for the hanger - it snapped. Dinner was a discount cottage pie and yesterday's beer. I dried the crockery on the arse of my jeans. The cutlery I dried on my sleeve. The laundry hangs in the August … Continue reading one haircut today.
