October 25th 2018 There are 3 large oil paintings: seascapes. One is predominantly red, another is a dusky blue with great curling waves rising up to the stars. The stars slide across the wet sky. The third is mostly brown appliqué - parcel paper, layered into intricate shapes. (when i wake i am convinced … Continue reading dream diaries…46
October 22 2018. ...up many twisting stairs in a busy club. The steps are narrow & so I hold onto the bannister. At the very top is a tiny room. Tony B is sat at a desk. He writes in a notebook. I say hi, but he cannot hear me. His hand writes automatically … Continue reading dream diaries…45
“Come hither” is the pylon’s dare. Its hum is above, beyond & everywhere. “God forgot this pallid scratch of scrubland.” "So, stare me down,” I say. It shrugs its shoulders & bares its teeth. It tongues the air. It thumbs me. Unrelenting, this autumnal glare: low sun & tree bark, hidden. There is … Continue reading Come Hither.
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