a sort of masterpiece.

  in an oaked corner of wild field, unzipped, I spilled into a belfast sink at the foot of the fort on Old Rothbury hill, a less than generous piss without thinking -   a skein of hinny spittle and skinny sheep disease, stagnant spring rain, latticed silver wings, windfall twigs and orange leaves and, beneath this scum … Continue reading a sort of masterpiece.

Liam & Stan & Oliver.

The wind picked up & the air became wet & in-between trying to light the cigarette, the boy, turning this way & that, trying to catch the flame, started on some convoluted tale about how he had lost his girlfriend, got thrown out of his flat, & about how someone had stolen his hair clippers. … Continue reading Liam & Stan & Oliver.

Mirror (7): Three Christmas Mornings.

7      [postcard]: portrait photograph of Walt Whitman (credited to Mathew Brady, 1860) Casey A thoughtfully sent this from Seattle. In the border frame she has written, brilliantly - v v Double ewe u u w Thoughtfully, because she is a good listener and, brilliantly, because marginalia is where she blends her work into … Continue reading Mirror (7): Three Christmas Mornings.

Five Miles of Lambley.

Lambley Viaduct Grid Ref: NY675584.   Nine elegant stone arches span the South Tyne just north of Lambley. The viaduct, designed by Sir George Barclay Bruce and built in 1852, rises above great firs and granite boulders on the steep banks and stretches 850 feet across the quiet river. It stands at 108 feet and originally … Continue reading Five Miles of Lambley.

Five Miles of Rothbury.

March 14th 2019. lunch boxes. Spanish Ian: nothing ("I'm still on spanish time"). Raymond: un-iced fruitcake. sweet, black tea (buddhist). Malcolm: a cranston sausage. Mike: coronation chicken sandwich, blueberry yoghurt, roses' country fudge. Nick: scotch egg, cranston sausage (courtesy of Malcolm), stilton sandwich, tea.

close to the aperture [oblong of light]

[oblong of light] the tyne ferry sketches across the river from the north side & sidles, beautifully, up to the south pier with such grace that I wonder if the river, tonight, is not brack, but brandy. the voyage is only some six minutes, but always a delight & well worth the £3.60 return fare. … Continue reading close to the aperture [oblong of light]