find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

power house looms ahead. they pray for peace and family, their lovely homes and salary. pigs. work for the people supposedly.

damp washing
on radiator.

aroma reminds
of
pudding cloths

turn & there

before you, before you

the flags have found you.

wanting to be noticed?

looking for a friend then

wear your interest where it can be seen easily and maybe smile

meanwhile

as predicted

some don’t care….

decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.

decide which
petulant shadow hides
integrity.

honesty abounds yet the flags
will find us.

flashing
nought nought


a sure sign that something
has occured


i will know more when i investigate

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.

is the little things that excite, even
in the height of summer, low look
for seeds, small flowers studded
in hedgerows.

thinking of you and all the others that fly solo in these odd times under today’s cultural pressures.

we must fly higher.

ran out yesterday

lost you completely with the pattern in the sky

the leaves on the oak

on the mountain.       i lost you





you left the group

took off and flew



flight was not sustained

hovering over past demeanours

faltered

landed carefully



in disappointment hugging

affirming it did not matter

i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others

found a new way to focus

block out the bad
the negative thought

not many liked it yet
I knew I had learned some thing
valuable

something to remember

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

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

blows ideas into our houses
messages bring connections
a busy day with folk talking

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

were the markers always there
left by some other
wanderer?

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

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

may reappear.

whatever reason,

comfort for some that there are recognitions.

liking rags
i move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

tidy beach
soft sand and honest stones
to be fortunate here

on checking I find
my dictionary

which explains.

it means

a place of discussion & debate

which it is indeed.

yet I don’t do that no more

really….

trawsfynydd, we forgot the buzzing,
only heard the wind, for
wind there was this time.

the sky predominant, a gap
for the light to pass

old story remembered  from the beach
that warm afternoon while all were playing
relaxing


the hunted tried not to sleep
there
for fear of being robbed or found

did i sit quietly thinking
then place a few
things together?

yes

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
intended


yet they came
without warning

time is limited these days.

those one admired in youth

devastate us now.

can we know all things, we

only went twice ?

now your name may be redeemed
your wanderings freed into new

adventures

or maybe you will still stay inside a while

inside the boundary lines

four fields

corona

it came four legged

trouncing down the dark


no one was distressed here nor

frightened


one finds more fear in the doings

of men, their counterparts


fear of too much punctuation haunts

us

unlike the four leggeds

*

there are stars

there are no stars


so what is the true meaning

here


running in the dark

sorting in the rain things get wet


puddles form

wordsjointogether


a long dark road

two legged

when was I anything,
when was I brave.

we are all mostly frightened,

all much the same.

what is it?

how will they know for thinking

comes silent inside our heads

unless we utter..

as yet unfinished

as yet unwashed

four white dresses

wash the cloth to prove a point.*

it is a fragile thing, hesitant in the making. never

complete, it hangs by a thread.

was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent

was gone some time

past tense can be horribly traumatic

spoke to others yesterday about
banning the word coping as a negative
thing, said with sympathy
head to one side.

it feels a frail word and does not apply

the air moves
on my skin.

i turn
look past the curtain

see the face again

framed.

where is the power house,
metal books he said.

concrete palaces for those
that prey.

he grew it plant like,
fought it,
numbered it
thirteen.

wednesdays here is market day
half
an hour’s drive away

except this week in lockdown

a pretty town
clock tower
and a few things titled alternative
only we think they are usual

wednesday is half day closing
here

wednesday is the same as all

other days now
we stay home

mainly

other days still have some significance
like sunday
when we change the bed

clothes

are more for walking, working these
days

today being friday I may tidy those
other clothes

to allow them see the light of day

at present still dark

breaking cups    spilling tea will abuse the hospitality

please come. i have the kettle on.    this is not the time

for hostility

now that sounds cold
i remember mum leaving the water tap running
in winter

the pipes were lagged in the outside toilet

and I hated that place both waiting outside
and the feel inside

the conversations about such a thing
at all

the cold when there was no heating
anywhere

except the fire
reserved for drying the clothes
mainly

gran’s house much the same
though folk got preference

one each side
me by the radio

changing the thread to tell you
it all came lovely with onions
fried tasty, mushrooms and the
last
big tomato then cheese
on home made bread, fried
over

there are difficulties with tomatoes
large as a substitution

when only small are required

not wishing for waste
we eat them anyway

i feel it is another psychological
challenge

overcome

mention plagiarism

&

after research find it is

spelled so

to tell you it was just a friend
who did it often one way then

another

then they blocked me
nicely

permanently

so it goes

in a few words

james

from the archive.

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

.from the archive.

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

there is a question here
as to whether to make

the tea before or after

or in between

choosing the latter option
we pause a while
switch on the hot
water heater then

go downstairs
boil the water

choose the tea bag
cojoined

to be separated

put on the music
place the caddy

back on the shelf

black it is and
shiny

the cats here fight too
daily

i intervene where I can
hope one day they become

friends

james

i am still furloughed this month
change to seasonal in november
with holiday pay due
due back next spring

some winter time ahead

your time will come

i will wait politely here until the time
and hope predicted don’t change
nothing

no more