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June 18 2018 (Berlin) Three schoolgirls, skirted & shirted, each with a small rucksack across their white cottoned back, play a neat dance game in the carriage on the 7 u-bahn. They spin & clap the upturned soles of their smart shoes together, spin & slap palms. A pleated chorus of words & laughter accompanies … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 22
They sat on the doorstep at the back of the flats every evening filling the jam jar ashtray and trading hushed nothings. Autumn, she sat with her knees drawn and clasped. She stretched her legs long before her, silk pouring from them, on June evenings such as this one. They had been joined by another … Continue reading Starlight Conversation.
Meet Me In The Morning/cassettes (Dylan) Happy Birthday Bob! The Bristol Arm. [I’m reposting this from a couple of years back as it’s Bob Dylan’s birthday today – keep on keeping on. Peace x] Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He … Continue reading Meet Me In the Morning.
if you see her, say hello (dylan) cassettes Rising early from their bed, in the stillness of the orange room, the grate ash glowing, a blade of winter sun slashing the thin-curtain (and falling across the boards and the giveaway upright slouched by the wall, honkytonk), she dressed, humming a vague tune, in the mirror. Cotton, … Continue reading If You See Her Say Hello.
March 5th 2013 (Llandudno) Jonathan X, the organiser of the Save Our Funicular festival, has assured us that we can crash at his house. He has appalling body odour and a tiny, plastic dragon perches on the top of his bald head. His pate is painted green. He wafts around the venue with one hand … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island. 17