It is a gorse-yellow and golden dawn over Penn Beacon. Fresh rush and suck of the shingle beneath the shallow lap waves as they reach, keel and recoil. We roll the boat from the low trailer into the sea. Ffooks and Farrow, his cousin, on one side, Sean and I on the other. When we … Continue reading Five in the lapstrake.
[close the aperture] three boys, at the tyne’s edge, sit, in silhouette, atop some metal structure that they should not be sat atop. a gang on a gangway. their legs hang beneath them. they have liberated one of the wreaths from the gravel of the nearby merchant seamans’ memorial. they talk measuredly, loudly, as they … Continue reading close to the aperture [close the aperture]
[another competition] october 1970. after assembly, as we filed from the hall, we were each presented a daffodil bulb wrapped in screwed-up newspaper. we were given, at the end of the day, a little plastic pot and a paper bag of soil. we were told to take all home, plant the bulb in the soil … Continue reading close to the aperture [another competition]
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