Flamingoes & Trampoline.

in the narrow back yard of sixty-four can be found a kind of life - some of it is wild. a picture frame to step through. a meridian. reality is such a simple trick, it imbues this view with - what? i wash the cutlery. watch rain-streaked glass. frame within frame over concrete yard. every word from … Continue reading Flamingoes & Trampoline.

Five Miles of South Middleton (30/01/19)

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)

The Shale Basin.

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.