January 9th 2019: (Edwards Rd.,) Cutting patterns from a sheer, black material. Making a shirt for a soldier. I have never made a shirt before: I am winging it. The best way to cut patterns, I suppose, is to work from a cardboard template. My landlady appears at the window & asks, "Where is the … Continue reading dream diaries…55
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A Beautiful, Deer Antler Handle.
Dave was one of the Catford street cleaners. He worked Inchmery Road (we lived at no. 3) and the surrounding roads of SE6. This was Dave’s patch. Being the 1960s, everyone knew Dave and Dave knew everyone. His were the eyes of the neighbourhood; in the same way that the bobby and the milkman were … Continue reading A Beautiful, Deer Antler Handle.
Strung.
a bar room, on the east coast, crosslegged and picking notes, facing a hung crowd, torn between looking through them and staring them down - I am strung.


