in the narrow back yard of sixty-four can be found a kind of life - some of it is wild. a picture frame to step through: a meridian. reality is such a simple trick, it imbues this view with what? i wash the cutlery. watch rain-streaked glass. frame within frame over concrete yard. every word from all … Continue reading Flamingoes & Trampoline.
55.145° N 1.912° W The distant bleed of hills become cloud-head. the middle ground, iced-water, blurs, becomes glass-eye, blind. Echoes of Jericho: horn blast! There is snow on the highbrow, roadkill show. He tells the tale of a lucid Bigfoot hunter, camped at Powburn, striking bark, shaking trees of leaves in early autumn. Stack. … Continue reading Five Miles of South Middleton (30/01/19)
bad lieutenant had the greasy palm, sought soft fruit solace in an odd shaped bar. supped black sambuca - contracted boozers' arm. couldn't find way out of carrier bag. caught a tap on the chin from the bristol crow. grew to dislike soubriquet bestowed. reversed tartan, tripled vodka intake flow. couldn't find way out … Continue reading soubriquet.
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