friend came on the trip
yesterday
and we enjoyed it yet

i am used to going alone.

after she was all enthusiastic
and suggested more and more

i am used to  going alone….

whisper from you came
a good idea
to stop those dreams and headaches

the moon came bright with yet another name

rain came, seeds will grow.



watered places i cannot reach,

**** half full.



noisy day, farmer making hay,

lambs  moved from  mothers.



they say the sun will come

later to dry.

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

my plans change
for the bus company

suggests we don’t go today
go on wednesday

not even tomorrow
unless it’s urgent

been busy though early
under the tree

no shoes at all, my delight

the neighbour gone looking for boots
you know

the shop up town soon closing

not this town
up blaenau…


13.55

need to move them into a place
of loose adjustment
of random offerings
and sketchy lines

was good to be away a while to see different shapes and reds to greens

i saw

i skimmed slates that bounced about

so the bear looks at me and says,



‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘



yes.



‘so it was all your imagination?’



yes.



‘i feel a bit better now’

liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning
evolving gradually

is noted that a conversation started on the original comment

with thoughts such as mine which is interesting

yet the first remark darted

and as you may know that we have come to know ourselves better since the isolation so have hidden

comment that there was a wish for more participants which comes ironic

for now there is one less

while the day was imbolc

so we walked the country paths

noted new green growth and those with country habits

i go rake wet leaves

did you find a pin there, did you pick it up and stick it?   did you stay safe, wrap the shawl around and hold    it   close?        did you see my life breaking, bring me pins for mending? …

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.

meanwhile james the seeds grow
and i gets smaller

stay safe

have a sort of family member
lives in texas you know

it is a long story
and though interesting
not to be written of
so maybe should not have mentioned it really

in my tiny world of work
do not write of family nor friends

and though I explained that he seemed paranoid
thought it was all about him
in abundance

need less to say that some of it is truth while the rest is imagination

as are the drawings

it would be an adventure
like in a film of survival or
explorers

paddling against the flow

later going with it
in a new boat especially

bought as a treat
the two of you

together

we looked up the word we
thought she meant
and it became unnegated

the true meanings get forgotten
while cultural attitudes kick in

remember animal life

i reckon to go get it
and later you may find the other one

and then

buy another one

jim

4°
mostly cloudy

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

out walking got to thinking

on a conversation with the neurodiverse child who considers me odd

walked a fair few miles today

in old money

keith

taught as required for copying  so we all looked the same
though some added bits and embellishments which caused remark


while the space between lines was so immense

walk the rooms in horror,
see genius in corners,
there.

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
and we finished
on this
i hope you do not mind

:: line drawing ::

watched it twice those days when we could travel

see exhibitions


quiet slow and uneventful

it left lasting impressions

a simple drawing out


no fuss


and sometimes late in the evening

think of it


leave the house

and return to the simple line drawing

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

damp washing
on radiator.

aroma reminds
of
pudding cloths

comes a wider space, with mistakes and misgivings.
nothing in this world is perfect. it is raining today.

you feel like two people
that one is split in two

that the other one does
look a bit like you
only more so

want to draw that image

to keep it in my brain
to come out some other way

take on all the things on our arms
our shoulders

the coat hanger effect

i noted his oversized coat
and was admonished for

assuming judgement on
appearance

no no no it is about remembrance
and the drawing out later
when all is quiet james

it is that time of year for memorials
eighteen days yet

perhaps someone will come to measure the depth

calculate the timeline

breaking cups    spilling tea will abuse the hospitality
please come. i have the kettle on.    this is not the time
for hostility

while the world is turning there is a small hope to always return home

serendipidy
all is honesty
i have a witness.

evidence produced.

you feel like two people

that one is split in two.

that the other one does

look a bit like you

only more so

i looked for your work, your writing

with a comma , and would have copied and saved for you

yet it is gone for me too

should I move myself into that other space where folk may be more polite

genteel

or carry on regardless

james?

so the falling days,
end today, winter waits,
and the songs, and words,
tunes are all to warm us,
and hold us safe

small thing ragged who knows all of it pieces torn away

work along the coast with thread and diligence

gather wools layer carefully

we shall have warmth this winter

wind blows around our houses

water seeps

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

relational, it is marked.

synchronised crossing

in orange.

.from the archive.

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.

while it was, he said

he knew things I didn’t.

and i advised i knew stuff also that he did not.

his reply was that he did not watch the news, nor have a radio for that made him sad.

i do, so who is the witness here?

do you wish to stay in bed today?

yes

has it all been a bit much?

yes

will it be letting the side down?

yes i guess so. i will decide in a minute.

on a blue theme

new with gouache

come lately


hermes delivered
they know where I live now
learned quickly
after the first mistakes

we have to be brave and strong
like always
like we done before

we draw the ways we walk
daily

now in blue

though we wiped away the second coat
of paint

some may be disappointed

that the terror remains

like in some 1950s film

or tv show

jim

pleased about the photos

i thought it was like a different
world up there

some of it is national trust
with douglas firs and violets

there is a bench for to lay
to see the tree tops and i

told her that I did not use it
being a growed up

she said she doubted that

a lot

walked back along the road
to see the new lambs

waved to the farmer on her quad

bike

she also reads the meters

round here

jim

mr blue coat man

walks early


mr water man works at dwr cymru


i have a long surname and usually

give my first name even having to spell that and hope that will suffice without the other ones

i hear it comes shorter in the village


some many many years ago

it started

and i remember them

the names


mrs wrap around apron

the falling boy


never said in public

a family language

our work
our soul
is in
our chest

bought her tea set gently in parts
each week from woolworths and i still have
some of it

yesterday a sea fret, misted trees,

added edge ; visual delight.

i like the road to there.

much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely. linen  hangs  heavy, needles preserved. small holes ready.

it don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

when she heard that i had been drilling fitfully,
she asked why but i could not explain really. so
i added the stop.

it seems that some like sticks, while others do
not.

there are a few of us, one of us is      leaving.

cutting,

bleeding the lead

into showers,

and explosive marks.

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.