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.
West Bay, she said. Oh, the other side of Golden Cap. Depends how you look at it. I Guess. * She recorded ambient noise onto tape. Well everyone needs a hobby. And when she returned she brought a gift. - Recording of Chesil Beach. I play it on headphones when I can't sleep. Wake up, … Continue reading An anagram of Dorset
04/10/20 Chasing heroin with AG in a cheap hotel. The hotel is so cheap that it is constructed from ply board. Half of the details (for instance, windows, doors, etc) are painted on - rather like a set on an old western. HJ arrives. We three are sat in the doorway, the cowboy desert stretches … Continue reading dream diaries…100
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