lunch boxes: Raymond: Un-iced fruitcake, (sweetened black) tea. Malcolm: Pork & Turkey sandwich, tea. Mike: Chicken wrap, fruit pot yoghurt (raspberry), tea. Nick: Scotch egg, camembert & blueberry sandwich, tea.
55.145° N 1.912° W The distant bleed of hills become cloud-head. the middle ground, iced-water, blurs, becomes glass-eye, blind. Echoes of Jericho: horn blast! There is snow on the highbrow, roadkill show. He tells the tale of a lucid Bigfoot hunter, camped at Powburn, striking bark, shaking trees of leaves in early autumn. Stack. … Continue reading Five Miles of South Middleton (30/01/19)
January 19th. St. Wulfstan (c.1008-95), appointed Bishop of Worcester in 1062, was one of the leaders of the Anglo-Saxon church at the time of the Norman conquest, in 1066. Most unusually, he kept his position under the new Norman regime, and continued to serve until his death nearly 30 years later. He was buried … Continue reading Saints of The English Year – St. Wulfstan.
… when I read her on the wire – which was odd as there are no longer wires - only ether – i knew, at once, that I missed her and would do whether she was either here or there, whatever hour and whenever. when I read her…
In this window, dried driftwood burns on the beach. And in this window, camellia seed scents the sheets. And, in this window, silhouettes arc and cartwheel and leap. In this window, bells peal and the moth on the duvet counts sheep. They sense they are too far away to inhale all these … Continue reading Silhouettes.
Cromarty, Forth, Dogger, Tyne, toward these fields, we incline, a-settle & give rise, beneath the tumbled sheets of sea. We upstream. We breathe, we climb. We endeavour, we aspire to a sky beyond this ladder.
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