October 17th 2018 Jayne L and I are paddling a canoe upriver. The warm, dark water breaks over the bow. There is a long and low, wet, wooden jetty stretching out from the dense green bank. It would be hidden in shadow if not for the strings of fairylights draped along it. We paddle … Continue reading dream diaries…44
Teasing out a tune from a borrowed horn, in a rented room, in Kreuzberg. I breathe in the perfume of the afternoon - I taste bottled beer and oranges. The shadows rise as the sunlight falls. The sparrows in the scaffold sing. In 10962. Two punks sitting on a painted wall - … Continue reading Postcard From Kreuzberg.
We are waiting for the driver to finish his smoke. He paces the concrete. The bus is half-full. There is quiet chat and nobody grumbles. This is how it is in a small seaside town. The bus service is limited. It is a luxury. We wait with our bags of shopping. We wait with … Continue reading Seagull Sips Cappuccino
