re: ancient civilisations.

this autumn morning, the same, almost so, as several in childhood, spent trying not to watch the bowl of oats and milk cooling on the sill. "waiting," he told me, "is a patient game." watching vapours reach for the ceiling.   "the ancient greeks made shields from porridge. or was it the polynesians?"   he … Continue reading re: ancient civilisations.

Mirror (1-3).

I rarely see myself in the day mirror anymore, having learned to disappear myself. The day mirror has become my third eye. The day mirror allows me to become magnificent, mercurial. I enter and leave it at will. Within its frame, I free range and, despite being close enough to kiss your ear, I look … Continue reading Mirror (1-3).

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 all … 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.