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

Palm Sunday correspondence (excerpt)

NB and I have traded letters and postcards since 2005. I always look forward to his correspondence and keep them, unopened, on the mantelpiece until I need a little pick-me-up. Last week I began a difficult reply to his latest, but this morning I finished it and folded the 5 sheets and the ephemera, found … Continue reading Palm Sunday correspondence (excerpt)