It's becoming something of a thrill to find the kettle partially filled, thus saving me the long haul to the faucet. I walked midweek to Whitley Bay and though I never planned it this way, on a whim, I spent a wage on a wooden spoon, some loose tea, "half a dozen of those fancy … Continue reading It’s becoming something
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i heard a man with a dry cough. i saw a dog with a leg hacked off. i forgot just what it was to wake up in a mess of hot cloth. the queen's speech don't cut it no more and north of yorkshire it is very rare. Life on the seashore / analogue collage … Continue reading mess of hot cloth
an uncommon vision 10x10" collage 2020 drawn back to the beach on a wave, she rekindles the flame with night reeds and saucers of bark. and, in the sparks, life arcs and she sees flashes - a path to the past or even an uncommon vision.
He wore his clown face – brimming with big boned and jumbled features – and smiled. But his bug-blue eyes, when you looked into them, held only reflections of sad and shaded river pools in some other autumn, and beneath the surface shadows and shapes shifted and were unseen again as the beds eddied. In … Continue reading Again, back
the prose she hones (analogue collage 06/11/20 10x10") The prose she hones all winter is wreathed in magic, sex and wonder. Come spring, will she, I ponder, still pen me essays of her darkest hour.
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