soon we stand outside
faces up toward the sun

we will enjoy the natural warmth
set aside the stove for late afternoon
&
evenings

soon the light will stay
with us
longer

my wood store is a plenty
now with variety
of kiln dried
natural
&
eco briquettes

which burn hot
my lovely

though soon
we shall stand in the natural warmth

and breathe

jim

-1°
in dolgellau

talk goes on all day, about the heat,
the rain and drizzle,
no thoughts on the shipping
forecast. words red, remembered.

the bird, the boy, the machine,
there is only air between.

only  stone

set before

set like fire in empty barns

#readthat

the social worker was a ***** back then

#didyoureadthat?

was noted that same folk aren’t bothered and carry on without looking

the difference is a thing

so while out on a longer walk,
met him and he explained to me,
about walking there and back again

colder yesterday though possibly not as cold
as your experience over there

the greenhouse rearrangement came lovely
instigated by the accidental dropping of plants

growing from seeds gathered on walks
the wildlife garden

today the tiny things will be salvaged
nurtured in the warm

meanwhile i am constantly on leaf duty
while the terraces are cleared
the lower lawn is deep in golden
layers

a little each day
is just the ticket

alongside household chores and drawing

no mention of gains or fortitude
some may look for the other one
some may find it

while the little people with their arms held high
dance in the sunlight with all that remains

relational, it is marked.

synchronised crossing

in orange.

started as early as possible

while the sun stayed out

before the traffic came up the lane

failed on both intentions

as did the cat

we tried the shears and the loppers

found the seceteurs worked well

cutting the top leaves in bunches

and dropping them into the bag

for collection

we thought about the things my brother

said about the tea plantations

in india

he does a big trip somewhere each each year

except last year and probably this year too

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same.

seen  through the net nightly.

spread out as cotton threads
knotted
&
i will not mention the word

let us look at things, differently.

often, we do things, no one ever sees.
that is you and me. two of us
dancing on the sand.

it came
and went,
quickly.

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday
bones hidden
teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

was scared of the lions and other
creatures

not the elephants nor the clowns
james

i loved them both
and still do

tides are higher now, flooding the paths. he walked the mud, bringing the footsteps back to us

who defines the different

level of thought

is there a manual

with charts and graphs

a litmus test to testify

that the thought got tangled

you see it reminds
me of the visit to
that house by the mill
where there is a box
to stand on to be able
to see the mountain
behind

we have a few.

we had a storm.

one broke, we bought another.

the assistant suggested house insurance!

life moves on.

no time to double check,
change things before

is set in time , in memory.

two times,
in two ways

we multiply.

undeniably tracing honesty in the air

with one finger

pointing.

it came clear later..

never mind also hoping the thing
has passed

he said they had a book of meaning
i asked google
who misheard or mis
understood

thought it was a reference to cost

when so many have paid

quietly we felt it would not be unseemly
nor respectful this time

with so many lost
one way and another

james

how are you this morning
early

there is a need to say the the house is on fire again

metaphorically

and that theirs is on fire more

metaphorically

while it seems that no one is listening nor uploading stuff to social media

here

nor there

yes

she used the word constitutional
where I prefer
hike

she prefers a short walk
and that is ok

yesterday i found mistletoe
lichen
and a wet leather wallet

to hand in the local police

office today

it is a palaver to report online
to follow on instruction each

object to be sent elegantly

tied the mistletoe with ribbon
placed it by the birds nest

made bread and a mess
in the kitchen

which I warned you about before

james

we look for sand

there is a nice long beach and lovely views out to sea

the sea that is rising

.a happy picture of you indeed all balaclava’d and goggled dashing forth.

.maybe i will get a photograph?

.it has been dry and clear enough to be busy out of doors and there was not time to write because of it.

.i am about to reorganise the kinding store

having tidied the upper room of the outbuilding already and deleted  incorrect predicted commas here.

.washing is out and blowy  while pandemic ensues.

once again is monday

no work no more, on furlough

with punctuation


used to go on sundays

and other days as needed


we closed in the winter reopened in march

and then locked down that same month


so at home we work in the house and garden

the studio

as needed


i used to work as a holiday reserve

on various tasks as required

then left and moved to wales


we still keep in touch

as needed

a differing light
shades and all that surrounds
i drew them later
my way

initially, crossed the  sea to the land, from one to another, then, talking. crossed the narrow bridge spoke of the past, you know what i mean.                                                                    

  courage to walk

away

painting everything white.

geese flew over.

the day moved slowly, and i find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

framed

the things were in the chubby

where he climbed and chucked them

down

sat in the doorway smiling

new trainers

i took his photograph

which went to exhibition

somewhere



now we are in isolation

so where is the difference?



a younger rock formation isolated among older rocks       

someone who moves differently to others.            

an exercise in the way to  view the world.

we are all

individual.

as much as this is said

this performance can do with quite an improvement.

carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down

love the line
my little room that overlooks
the river

such an image in my mind

my grans are dead
seemed to have three and i don’t know really

there was gran who baked the beans that
i spoke of yesterday though i never ate none

then there was granny pussycat who i never
knew really

and granny wigs

grandads were all gone and missing

except mr palmer who was no relation

and had a good workshop
tidy and interesting and

that is a fact

proper grandad was a green grocer
i was told with a horse and
cart which fell on him

the delivery horses ate the flowers in gran’s
front garden

night scented stocks she said

they  do not know the darkness
how the light can fade into latin
& all things unreasonable

though notice we don’t
discuss that so much

i could and
tell you of the plans and preparation
the ordering and menus here

but i don’t do i?

darkness descends

with out the need for words. pray for

forgiveness if you are so inclined.

find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

minimal
on the same paper
as before

i understand

it is a tangled affair
too many people talking at once

it is a messy affair
paint smudges and runs

eventually all comes clear
one having the final say on board

predictions come and disappear
quickly as the local planes

sometimes heard
not seen
here

there is a small airfield up along
the coast

once the airship came
we drove to watch

it go over

heavy

days of our life

james

days of our lives

so i googled it,
and this is probably
as good as it
gets today.
i shall be sketchy
a few days.
slightly offline
maybe.

yes

using phrases like the enemy
it don’t go unnoticed here either

lawns are a thing
i watched the history
been to a museum in southport

pretty place that for a town
with council gardening you know
all neat and patterns with orange
usually

here it is left longer for the wild things
to live and hide

then mowed much later
in the summer with grit
and determination

i have a real old green one
hand pushed yet I keep it safe
and use the electric mower
carefully

was the bike delivered safely?

driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow
we just carries on
regardless

light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.

coal and seed merchant at the top

by the turning before the fire

station

on the left going up

opposite where my brother worked on saturdays

in the fishmongers

both places had a particular aroma

you may just imagine

he brought home crab claws for tea and i did not like them

liked the seed merchant, allowed to feel and hold unlike the coal that too had names

nutty slack, briquettes and smokeless

while others remain unremembered

google reminds

&

late afternoon light beams the cabinet & mind wonders

think of granny and her ham tea with thick white fat and orange edging.

so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around .

yet when

she said my friend looked pretty

&

that I smelled nice

I sagged a little.

later that day

i found a message

request

from a soldier in the usa

holding a puppy & a rose

calling me a beauty

so flimsy it is hardly there.
so worn, it is almost dead.

recreate the dying in your head.

so small it is hardly there.
so cheap it is almost dead.

draw it. recreate the scene in your head.