have missed a day or so here
being busy with organising things

for something

and being out of work

while working here

forgot to write
so sorry and everything

our government is *******
things are falling apart

eating pies is a good idea

14.21

dreamed of devastation,           flew miles        low
over concrete .   skeletons,      bones of the thing.
all is dust, as dust we have become.                 slow.
grey.

all ok for me here
even though my battery
gone low

writing before
it recharges

life is pleasant
even with the arrival

of

monkey pox thing
avoiding zeds all together

guess you know more about war
than most

good you have your benefits
now

he asked to be friends
with suchlike

so we replies no just pals

and he don’t understand

hahaha

am not bothered
me

maybe you will help
with the writing

it was a documentary
so i guess it is still there

james

16.26

#slabcity

blows ideas into our houses

messages bring connections

a busy day with folk talking

to talk of food

each day we check and diary
for there is no popping into
the shops just now

we see on social which shops
are closed for decontamination

say deep clean again

and those gone sick

it comes from kimnel bay
the asda van and we use
it carefully

the basement is now a store
with a label
and categories

as is the outbuilding
amongst other things

part of the day is pleasant
in the kitchen chopping
preparing

boogie wonderland
ha

lots of nuts

james

briefly

early

we should look after things
better. i wrote a thing a while
back. it filled my head with
pictures.

she came worried about monkey pox
so made her ordinary  tea

the next day I travelled  up
walked the streets and saw
the stories there
for a change

the voices rise

is not any good really

just drawings. the little people appear as company

the day sounds similar.  gardening and  drove to the garage with their payment.

walked a good way then coincided with him so chatted a while.

 may have made a temporary potting bench yet not sure. watched a film with nervousness and had a generally nice day really.

hope your day goes well

we wonder who may arrive on paper today

there was no message from you yesterday

perhaps you went visiting like me

perhaps you went over the back amongst the slate

and bright green ferns growing new

along the track we always use when I am there

down the ***** that scared  me
and my hand was held kindly

we looked in the camp
the clues then moved on

there was a beetle and passers by
who made space

and the recommended book
was never opened

perhaps you did something like that too?

unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road
up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality

oh unsuitable paint you
covered lovely with no
comments as all are at
home

as advised

should like a big wooden fence
for to hide behind

away from the hedge police and others

mine is metal
the broken bits with wire

and hate sanding with a vengeance.

did you make it?

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

is warm and i worry
about the ice melting

the voices rather quiet. we have had a life time
of listening, yet not understanding really.

so let us go forward and compare

did not wish to go to sea
went just the few times

that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

will I eat the walnuts with raisins

from my mother’s saucer

then move the hour hand with my finger


shall I decline your invitation to walk

suggest a chat in open air


these are questions that need no answers


most things are past

done with then put away neatly into boxes

until that random ****** day the door flies opens

and it all spills out again

do you believe in omens?

james

pink sky
slight dampness
hanging

do not dignify the challenges. tread sweetly,

move on.

it is simply.

not worth fretting.

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

a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.

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

dry he wore the white dress
though
his hair curled damply

we drew him
we painted him

he is taller now & remains
much the same

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

do you see that it is not there?


having checked several times this end

find there is just the one with no problems therefore


note the rules down one side

hysteria the other


lists remain of all that is lost

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


we ask for the italian music this morning

there is time now to wipe the windows
like the others did

now there is furlough with days to spare

as a kid
i watched the water run


waiting

a hope for mint
chocolate
from the shop

those days we were left a while
with time to watch
the water run

added bits and embellishments which caused remark
while the space between lines was so immense my head came heavy with drowsy
fell off
&
i did not return

may be best to go with whatever feels right

honey on toast suited us  while

now coffee is off the menu here

and eggs mayonnaise is back

on

today found the co -op depressing

so bought home made ice cream

yn bala

yn is possibly welsh for in

like gradually the markers came
maybe someone someday will
see them
suddenly

initially it was said

that secondly should be

second and initially

should be first

i was confused that

nobody said third

and comforted

by the sound of fourth

a

memory of moth

the mothth as collage.
a quiet ththing.

a thing so private, so intense .   . simple , complex. no one will see it .  

                        note your achievements to date.                     .hell no

thankyou

for your offered help

and saying you care for my welfare

all very much appreciated

i thankyou and say it is only temporary

balanced or tied with string

though overnight decided to use the glue gun

it seems to work well on twigs

i

have neither the skills nor wherewithal

to make it permanent

thankyou

things will do for now
until it changes again
slightly

sometimes
a while in a box
will do nicely…

we thought about the things he
said about the tea plantations
in india
he does a big trip somewhere each each year
except last year and probably this year too

what is it?

how will they know for thinking
comes silent inside our heads
unless we utter

to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.

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

assumimg you are safe
i tell you about the villages
close by yet still over the
mountain

where the good grub is
for midwinter while men
buzz about hunting

while i disapprove
and eat the vegatables

where the man talks about
his toe endlessly as the other
word is rather complex & all
this with only one paid for cup
of tea

where the child lays low playing
and unscrewing the chair legs

where the night comes earlier
each day and pheasants walk

the lanes in procession. this
was a gathering
this was a confession

yesterday
was not quite
midwinter
solstice
yet

required for mending always
yesterday she explained to sew
the four holes in synchronicity
tight
on linen
yesterday the words came easily with labels

said old people fold notes

&

i felt insulted.

she said it bothered her a lot

when she counted them.

we should keep them flat

&

others may agree

..blue sky..

she said she liked the stories

except I did not tell them
i never tell you much
nor all of it

there are bits left to fill in
yourselves

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

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.

paper covers history.

bent on layers
of time, pretending.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter

now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

metaphor.

now is small stuff on paper
as who cares anyhow

we just carries on

regardless

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?