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

are having a new bus shelter on the bangor route hurrah….with digital.


after sheltering under a twig nigh on 30 years will now be dry.


went to aberystwyth yesterday and there is no shelter that way

no twig and all the bus windows were open for the covid

**

today is the asda van

substitutes steak type pies with chicken type…..

then subs chicken type pies with steak type

vegan…



bread instead of bread

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

winding we hurry

to reach the top

climbing to a



safe place with hope



often the stars  are reflected below

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours
a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

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

the difference is a thing

tidy beach

soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

yet

some come to spoil things..

some of us manage

to be vulnerable as naked

in private

some need holding up

in sight from our window

flashing

nought nought

a sure sign that something
has occured

i will know more when i investigate

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

wore the new yellow cardigan,
the blouse with spots.

yet there were still shadows

told them about joan and they said they had to go, get home

later I heard they liked her despite the startled look

she was drawn again yesterday

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

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

'we were friends’  more than that with promises that faded into silence. i woke this morning the same….

has beautiful spots james
while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is nice you
know

were the markers always there
left by some other
wanderer?

on paper
In the studio
that was so precise and quite particular

undeniably tracing honesty in the air

with one finger

pointing.

it came clear later..

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

yes i am inclined to agree; it will be an uphill journey
for us both.
to learn, to grow

i don’t use a teapot
but evidently many do,
and cosy up together.

they don’t squish teabags, have leaves,
and stewing on the gas ring,
like mother, reducing it to
poison on my tongue.

i like the leaves to look at,
smell, like the small packet
we used to have, paper lined
in those days.

‘isn’t the sun warm?’  said the bear, ‘and look i speak in italics’



yes, it makes me feel better.



‘which the warmth or the format?’

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

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

gob stuck painfully wide
rubber fingers probe inside

send your fourth child a
lone her gassed extraction
thinged traumatic, an insistence
on rhyme by past dictation


scared absolutely ,the bleeding
rules scraping, filling
pussed restrictions feeding
the lines gone wrong you see..


difficult teeth, poetic lines
line my painful mouth shouting
elizabeth, the ****** sonnet oh
farthingales a starchy **ing

should that dot be approved
and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

some comes shocking and hard

to bear

james.

fighting the predictions

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

yesterday i wrote of comics
free form

now challenged to talk of teeth
and dentists as elizabethan sonnet

form

we know i prefer no rules nor restrictions

with all that stopping to count
and refigure

yet will rise to it in mine notebook
first then down onto the device

today and finish tomorrow
in plenty of time

on looking at todays work
i see the spots are appearing

bone of the soul

earthy dark
below ground

no crystals here

in green road we used to run out

if we heard a car coming as they
were few and much between them

often dogs would chase
down the road barking

later out for a sunday drive
farm dogs lay waiting

and repeated the above

we sat on the kerb to write
the numbers and walk to the
station for trains

i still like numbers and so
does he

not mathematically
just numbers plain

and wonder if that is acceptable

these days

james

the same kerb where I joined
the dust men for lunch sandwiches
in their break

backs against the red brick wall

the kitchen is quite dark without the light on as is slightly below ground, the graveyard behind
used to leave a lamp on yet with energy prices hike, now follow her lead and wait until entry

we named it best eleven.        dark the day,          we are survived.

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

the clouds hang heavy

the mass, the clouds lay heavy, rain that came, that blinded again. blinded those that could not see the love and idle artefacts, each one a statement of nothing in particular.

may understand the red thing

enjoyed the film with the colours
yellow and gorse along
the path
days on the sands
skipping up through the tracks seeing
the adder

i like flags that are decorative
or bunting that represents a

happy time

i dislike borders
representations of separation

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

maybe
it was dark blue with a little red added.


lasted two weeks and still prominent.
much has happened since

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

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

think i heard a night jar

up the valley here.

it was a quiet night except

for that.

we have the window open now.

a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

had the words ready.

a twist of logic.



you explained it all

to me. then the radio

stopped.



you wind the thread backward,

while some move forward.



i saw your picture again.



it means nothing.

find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

the tree came down wedged on the fence


they came and told me it was mine

that the wall was gone and that was mine

too


came all urgent and important


i went and helped as they said it was mine


later the tree man came to see

told me it was not my tree my wall at all

not my responsibility


maybe I will choose who I believe


the birds take over , like the tree at that angle

so I watch them

is there a hub bub
voices chattering more than usual

will there be large makings of coffee
there and fun?

we had fun yesterday with all the deliveries
opening boxes and moving water barrels
without the water

sploshed on the garden

today here james we shall
have a hub bub and chatter

you know

we shall have coffee and buns as
always
unless they ask for tea

you know

i never asked for earl grey
while staying at the hospital

not liking to make a fuss
under such circumstances

well you don’t
do you?

see exhibitions
quiet slow and uneventful
& 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

seeds for the future.

have you collected seeds of many years   packed  labelled   dated

do you have them now in boxes

a gift from those who love

they will bring  work  joy   an independent air

profound gifts

for those who care

seeds for the future



some say it is abstract
that only the present
exists

while others future proof their homes
in case of things that may occur



some are hoping for jam tomorrow

**

we see these  as the falling days
of autumn

for now that is everything

they say that the future is bright
the future is orange

two clouds.


brown paper
packaging…

yes it is slate
tipped over from higher up

the quarry is closed this side
subsidence

the other side it is still worked
though further than before
as there is now a visitor
attraction

for tourists
so we don’t go there
anymore