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Jun 28 · 72
.survival.
was worried over the empty barn. .it  survives,
some
way.
Jun 27 · 68
.remarkable mornings.
we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james
by the light of the phone….
Jun 26 · 172
. ritual.
large rocks
fenced off yet
maybe i will
creep through
and touch
one quiet day

one stone
one finger touch
a ritual
who knows what lies underneath
here the land goes up and down
water drains
into rivers
Jun 24 · 67
.pointing.
undeniably tracing honesty in the air
with one finger
pointing

it came clear later..
Jun 23 · 82
.old story.
old story remembered
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing.
the hunted tried not to sleep
there
Jun 22 · 118
.tin hut.
grass
holds the sand.
sand holds
the grass.
have you walked the dunes
hollowed path, coconut gorse.
have you found contentment there?
have you sat the sun, black crow bird,
have you closed your eyes at that
within, enjoyed that
without?
the tin hut is still empty.
Jun 21 · 71
..pirate island..
imagine you a pirate, with stripey trousers
and a large black patch.

on imagining things
sometimes scare myself silly
Jun 20 · 105
.there.
yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,
added edge ; visual delight.

i like this road to there.
Jun 19 · 78
..constantly..
driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change,
Jun 18 · 56
.empty barns.
pale words a clue in the breathing
the stone set left in barns

caught the words hopefully in burning hands thinking that the sky was clear

though in the past
never so far away
Jun 17 · 99
.memories.
need to move them into a place
of loose adjustment
of random offerings
and sketchy lines
Jun 16 · 107
.shell bay.
we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities
day of freedom
Jun 15 · 99
..these marks..
all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
and we finished
on this
i hope you do not mind
Jun 14 · 187
.the sea is rising.
we look for sand
there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea
the sea that is rising
Jun 13 · 91
.latin.
they  do not know the darkness
how the light can fade into latin
& all things unreasonable
Jun 12 · 83
..up the road..
unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road
up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality
Jun 11 · 94
..pattern..
is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us
onward.
Jun 10 · 74
.my friends.
my quiet friends felt shaky
weary while getting back to
somethings
Jun 9 · 53
.box.
sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…
Jun 8 · 74
.threads.
listen, repeat the
random insects.
stitch another way.
Jun 7 · 96
.the word.
spread out as cotton threads
knotted
&
i will not mention the word
Jun 6 · 71
..glass..
liking rags
i move on
with differing
music
the trial by glass
Jun 5 · 83
.buttons.
required for mending always
yesterday she explained to sew
the four holes in synchronicity
tight
on linen
yesterday the words came easily with labels
Jun 4 · 83
.as a child.
i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.
Jun 3 · 110
.did not know.
they did not know she had many, neither did she. just collected one item at a time, cared fully for         each one of them.                                                                                                          catalogued
Jun 2 · 84
.we are older.
a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.
Jun 1 · 82
.quiet.
moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail
May 31 · 101
..connections..
don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.
May 30 · 100
.through net.
careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same.

seen  through the net nightly.
May 29 · 59
.privacy.
a thing so private, so intense .   . simple , complex. no one will see it .    

                      note your achievements to date.                     .hell no
May 28 · 65
.faintly.
maybe connections are missed the link dismissed.    
metaphors faint as my flimsy whispers  

look closely
May 27 · 165
.gentle.
best to be gentle with those and all other things…
May 26 · 97
.shape remains.
new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday
bones hidden
teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded
May 25 · 70
.five.
power house looms ahead. they pray for peace and family, their lovely homes and salary. pigs. work for the people supposedly.
May 24 · 103
.the difference.
slipped sideways.
while all remains the same, something is different.
May 23 · 149
..blue-sky..
do not know everything
only my version
a fraction of the whole
blue sky thinking
here
May 22 · 108
.duck egg blue.
mainly red,

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue,

the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine
May 21 · 81
.pause.
pause like in breathing

I hope you don’t mind
and that is how it started
May 20 · 84
..markers..
like gradually the markers came
maybe someone someday will
see them
suddenly
May 19 · 63
.bone house.
no words to describe the mass,
the danger of it all, the hate  that
rises.
the parallel,

power house.
bone house.
May 18 · 127
..national trust..
dark/ we painted it
all vaguely national
trust
May 17 · 88
.folk talking.
blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking
May 16 · 83
.changes.
things will do for now
until it changes again
slightly
May 15 · 89
..yesterday..
there was a gentle breeze going, then
the sun came through.
May 14 · 91
.rain.
slower morning here today. the radio plays.
dove grey overcast sky. heavy they say.
maybe rain?
May 13 · 282
.details.
we need to concentrate on detail
to describe things properly
need to
go there each year a while
to retain to remain in memory
need to
care for  little things
May 12 · 192
.double.
doubly,
font and image.
to twice the normal extent
or degree.
things happen, we deal,
cards are set, dice thrown.
life moves on.
May 11 · 82
.some folk.
some folk don’t say much
some folk manage
quite well
really
being independent
May 9 · 123
. lighter days.
now the days grow lighter, my head is
tied back on, and all seems well.
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