Butter Door.

The old man passed over the rooftop of Brinton farm and Middlely. The night orange hiss glowed above the county towns to the north. The countryside. He threaded the stars orange spangleblue and white. There was a sound that followed him. Not the hissing electricity sparking from the shoulders of the pylons over the towns … Continue reading Butter Door.

everything unpainted

  unfolded sheets and cornered pages, cobalt, rising from the blanket, found a world within the drawer -   everything unpainted.   the velour shadow of the curtain, quiet and thin and barely moving, bows before the wounded evening -   everything unpainted.      

close to the aperture [sunlight]

[sunlight] i won a classroom competition at primary school for a picture i painted of lyme bay. miss morgan said that the rendering of the sunlight striking the sea was particularly impressive: pale rods falling at the diagonal from dark clouds into diamond sparkled water. it is rather similar to the way the sunlight appears … Continue reading close to the aperture [sunlight]