"Bow low to the cello, French horn & bellows." Her songs barrel in the barroom beams. Her Samba unravels. She learned in the mirror the poems of Brazilian queens. The elegant prose, she hones all through winter, is wreathed in magic & music & dreams. collage & acrylic … Continue reading Barroom beams.
the thinner spectre of the two, serene and pale and half in shadow, from the creases of the curtain, floats a plaintive lullaby into the swollen greenwich evening. her song for sleepless children. 'a painted fort for poorly cowboys, a teepee for the squaw and chieftain. a mountain range of wooden blocks to … Continue reading the moon before.
December 21st 2019. We met in the soft cotton tunnels, both wriggling upward toward the light, and when we reached the surface, we found that the landscape was a duvet; a duvet of molehills for us to climb into and out of. A duvet meadow of blue, pale, but warmed by rods of sunlight. A … Continue reading dream diaries…76
July 8th 2019. I've been sleeping along with my brothers in a small, upstairs bedroom in an unfamiliar terraced house. Dad is downstairs. He is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. "Come on! Get up!" He is in a strange mood. I shuffle around the house in a blue sleeping bag quite disoriented. … Continue reading dream diaries…68
May 31st 2019 'The Dudes' decide to throw a summer garden party. It has a Japanese theme. It is a walled garden with a wooden gate. The hedgerows are hung with paper lanterns. Paper dragons kite from hedges & trees. Pretty flowers border the neat lawns; they bob in the breeze. I am sat … Continue reading dream diaries…66
May 19th. The cool, clear air in the orchard. He walks between the trees. Their shadows on the pale grass. He has no shadow. He is unseen. The fallen fruit and the fruit flies buzzing. The air feels chill in his throat. He is a ghost. May 21st. Back at a version of … Continue reading dream diaries…65
