Cavalier With A Candle.

05/11/73 (Waddon) Guy Fawkes' Night - which will add some vague, visual and historical, romantic poetics to an otherwise quite commonplace tale - I discovered a cat, a tiny, shadow of a cat, on the front door mat. She mouthed a yellow miaow, which is cat chat for thank you (I picked up some cat, … Continue reading Cavalier With A Candle.

dream diaries…103

22.03.21 The winter sun is low on Merringdam. The wide street is light and the side streets are shadowed. The shop fronts flicker with pedal bikes, pedestrians and old fashioned cars. Bright voices spill from the courtyards. Transistors, a clapping game, neighbourly chat. 01.04.21 'heartbeat, pygmalion, blonde.' 03.04.21 Ray's ex-wife, Sylvia, is in the back … Continue reading dream diaries…103

The Wronged Tree.

The back lane, this new-year dawn, is littered, bleakly - tumbled bins, spent bottles, knuckled tabs, sodden boxes; hound shites, plastic wraps, a quilted headboard, yellowed hand towel; wrapping-paper tumbleweeds troubling parked cars; a bloody gown of herring gull (gutting something); and the last, the very last, or the first, Christmas tree, skulking and skittling … Continue reading The Wronged Tree.

New Brighton

New Brighton - where the sun shines, even when it rains. As he leaves the shadow of the station, Knott is bathed in a sense of being on holiday, of being abroad, of being. The sun shines on New Brighton. He puts on the green shades. The sky is bigger here; the sea birds, unlike … Continue reading New Brighton