December 27th 2018 The muddied yard of a stable. Horses are led in circles. Other horses can be seen looking over half-doors. Cold, misty morning. The echoes of hooves on concrete. At the far end of the yard, a farmhouse - a red door. A man stands at the door, knocking. A woman is at … Continue reading dream diaries…54
December 13th 2018 Bath, or an approximation of. Pete B is sat on a bank of grass near the river. He is eating a sandwich. I go over and say hello. While we talk, an Asian man (possibly Yags) comes over and speaks to Pete. I say hello but he seems reticent to speak to … Continue reading dream diaries…52
The shape of The Shale Basin, soon to be wintered, shading the bed of the Puget Sound, etching, at anchor, an orbit in the near-frozen water, caught between kelp and canopy of cloud. Low, early December sunlight casting long shadows, shafting the surface; an ever-complicated dance. Slow repetition, return and feign of … Continue reading The Shale Basin.
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