It is a gorse-yellow and golden dawn over Penn Beacon. Fresh rush and suck of the shingle beneath the shallow lap waves as they reach, keel and recoil. We roll the boat from the low trailer into the sea. Ffooks and Farrow, his cousin, on one side, Sean and I on the other. When we … Continue reading Five in the lapstrake.
he set a tarpaulin beneath two shadowed trees and spread his proceeds all around. he sat in the sand & handed out sheaves & read out the names of the things he had found. he promised attainment, elopement & seed, proffered score journals to prove he was sound. pulled paperback rabbits from warrens of … Continue reading paperback rabbits.
February 13th 2019 [Whyteleafe] The word - mirror - "Such a beautiful word." "One of the more beautiful." February 14th 2019 'A shadow hangs over this bed/An animal snagged in a trap' A snowy wood. Alan Mac, standing over a rabbit in a closed, steel trap, says, "This one, Nick, will never hunt again." … Continue reading dream diaries…60
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