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.
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 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.
'An easy to moderate climb', the guidebook promises. But, halfway up Catbells' spine, she turns to me and says, "I can't carry on anymore." We had followed in footprints of dead Roman legions. I'd even seen her walking on her hands on Tynemouth beaches. But, she can't carry on anymore. We covered … Continue reading An Easy To Moderate Climb.