January 29th 2019 A heavily tattooed hairstylist. She slides the scissors through a sheet of clamped, damp hair. Her arms are blocked in buttery & blue ink hues. January 31st 2019 A vast iron & glass & stone railway station. I am descending a great swathe of steps that lead from the street to the … Continue reading dream diaries…57
January 18th 2019 Dad is mystified. He stands amidst a spaghetti of cables at The Exchange (North Shields). Someone is sound checking on the stage. "What's the point of all the 1, 2, 1, 2? They should just get on with it. All these cables." I explain that there is a sound man. I point … Continue reading dream diaries…56
January 9th 2019: (Edwards Rd.,) Cutting patterns from a sheer, black material. Making a shirt for a soldier. I have never made a shirt before: I am winging it. The best way to cut patterns, I suppose, is to work from a cardboard template. My landlady appears at the window & asks, "Where is the … Continue reading dream diaries…55
