February 3rd 2019. Saucers zip rooftops. Everybody on the floor. The night is alive with lights and birdsong. Behind my lids, circles, shapes, words. Pockets filled with tangerines. I keep my hands there to stop them rolling away. February 4th 2019. Somewhere. A wreck of a town. Streets strewn with debris, discard. I'm wandering round, … Continue reading dream diaries…58
January 29th 2019 A heavily tattooed hairstylist. She slides the scissors through a sheet of clamped, damp hair. Her arms are blocked in buttery & blue ink hues. January 31st 2019 A vast iron & glass & stone railway station. I am descending a great swathe of steps that lead from the street to the … Continue reading dream diaries…57
January 18th 2019 Dad is mystified. He stands amidst a spaghetti of cables at The Exchange (North Shields). Someone is sound checking on the stage. "What's the point of all the 1, 2, 1, 2? They should just get on with it. All these cables." I explain that there is a sound man. I point … Continue reading dream diaries…56
