She retreated an inch within and the piss porcelain and wet paper towels and the shit littered tiles and her size seven boot, printing damp jam to the door of the lavatory where she found herself, all seemed suddenly quite salubrious. But she wouldn't take a piss in there. Breathed out, rubbed her arms, rubbed … Continue reading And When I Sleep, Luella. [v]
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close to the aperture [skateboard]
[skateboard] the window, sashed, allows the cool breath of the river & a stream of pale sunlight to spill through. blonde on blonde plays. a young man passes below. he has a rucksack sat low on his back, a peaked cap, reversed, a filling beard. there is a skateboard clutched between his arm & cottoned … Continue reading close to the aperture [skateboard]
The middle brother was a sleepwalker. He could be found surrounded by quarter eaten easter eggs, or marooned on an ocean of ripped wrapping paper. We camped the wild garden at the cliff edge. Tarp strung between beech trees, and he, ankle-strapped to me. One xmas morning, Santa and then, somehow, mother, found him … Continue reading Framed.