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?

painted my mug in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening

jim

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?

one enjoys the names of colours here

would have liked a job in that department

ignoring the racist ones from the fifties

smiling at those from farrow and ball

heritage colours come dull

as lockdown hit here first

i painted my outsides in happy yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yets remains as the description

a new bike
how joyful

jim jams

is a word here instead of pyjamas

you know

when my favourites were in the wash

i went to the back room to hunt through

collectables known as retro chic

or vintage

yes

among the garments there
were his old pyjamas

washed, worn soft and comfy

which is a word for comfortable

with a c

so i wore those with a w
and slept real well

so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

so joan will be
revered

if the pencil slips
she will remain
ignored

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

comes a differing hue
with duck egg blue

the ironmongers in town
at one seventy nine

the sea is quiet as we have never seen it

sun as hot as it gets

like summer

they gloried in it

there was a gentle breeze going, then
the sun came through.

‘so i looked for images on clearing the jungle’ , said the bear

sadly.



‘it is where we live, then they mow it down, with

no regard, just bulldozers’



yes.



‘so where will i live now?’



i watched him curl up.

our work
our soul
is in
our chest

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

move on
with differing
music

the trial by glass

they used to be called siren suits here and were mainly designed to clothe children during the blitz I believe, and the fashion continued  after, though I never had one.

.was surfing the other moment and came across a heated garment, which sounded cosy and as for hands I have no idea.

.smiley face.

they used to be called siren suits here and were mainly designed to clothe children during the blitz I believe, and the fashion continued  after, though I never had one.

.was surfing the other moment and came across a heated garment, which sounded cosy and as for hands I have no idea.

.smiley face.

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

spoke and she said she wished she could go somewhere i realised i had and arrived at last

we are on holiday long term to enjoy
with all the commodities and delights plus exceptional views about

it is not actually so yet who would complain at such a thing and make themselves miserable

no use moaning when there us no one to hear

he looks like a kinder man and I am told he had paid the price

little tiny cheeses
come with wax to be
removed

what to do then

first we make funny lips
and make a photograph

to be shared with family

then it is wrapped precisely
in waste paper for kindling

saves that chopping

looks like crackers sitting
there on the logs so tidy

so unlike the ones that mum
made, then me, then her

mum could not afford that
cheese and I guess it is a
fairly current snack

she bought edam
i found it fascinating

i still make the concertina
type sometimes or buy

those waxy things from the farmers shop

when I was a kid
it was after the war
i know as they talked of it a lot

sometimes would hear a car coming
and would run to the gate to watch

it and the dust man’s lorry
one driving
two to run and carry
i think

not much traffic then
like now

on a solitary day i may climb
the graveyard wall
stand high and watch it here

like to see the bus , mansel davies

and especially the rock lorries
from up the quarries

helping on the sea defences

king canute

to go

despite not going solo

despite all the reasons that you

spoke of

to plan an escape by bus for aviemore perhaps

by rail for inverness

the memory of you

i am travelling to the end of the world

with you.



all.



unless we stop to

start again.



unless we travel more careful



we shall see

blackened lakes.



kissing the ancestors, hugging the memories presently.



now



the will of the people over rides that of the mystery.



throwing all into
misalignment

wrote the other day about the coal man falling

being brought into our kitchen

the memories

the marks

mother preparing the chicken killed by the fox in the small holding next door and donated

five of us and are asked to watch

i look away

the table is wood and wide

our gas stove grey with little legs,white door, a downward handle,

space under

where the cat hides

near christmas, she washes the dried fruit and puts under a tea towel on the side

we eat bits

we think she will not know

guess she does and how we laugh when the ginger beer blows up in the larder

i wonder when he eats a whole swiss roll….he dies some weeks after.

my brother..

i don’t like walking in snow

you remember it perfectly
describe with accuracy

the colander metal and bent
for straining the peas and
other vegetables

potato masher

i have that too but may
have photographed the
wrong one

we shall see later

mummy’s hammer kept
in the third drawer down
even now

even now I have her fish slice
though I don’t eat fish

you know

you know
we have different memories about some things
different opinions on other matters

yet we think of her colander

both the same

black crow bird

pecks kitchen towel.

nest lining.

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.

autumn apples, gone from
the tree, a few this year.

coxes then , singly in the florist,
basketed among the flowers.

lunch at 20p, rattle the pips
to make sure. slice neatly white,while
watching the wind strip the leaves.

this is an autumn apple. break time
in the staff room. only the pips are left.
to grow again.

hesitate again
look down

regret my first sentence
now

maybe will say it some other time
now

unlike the landscape hereabouts yet only up the road

up the road where all comes beyond reality to help with reality

the colour comes later, in the studio.
the land reclaimed, is bolder now,
energy splashes.


colour comes, from friends in conversation,
music and sounds, and i eat them
with hunger.

stood steady in wonder
watched the dark bleed
across the sky

watch birds scatter

life goes on
the mark remains

it was remarked that there is no hurry
that we have the rest of the winter

it is an agreement

we read the guidelines
then forget

in a hurry
to carry on with fortitude and carrier bags

each item creates barriers and difficulties
while some folk including me don’t have

a clue

as to what is really occurring over here
over there

he said it was his job and glad they won
on waking realised just what he had done

he had a mark on his face
just like I have

my wood is restacked more tidy
than before james though I think

I have less than you and no small
boys to help here

lately

do not fret, i know you worry, i will paint it over in the spring.

it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that.

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

or is it the air changing?

mood settles, or is it the
time of year?

your words on coffee rattle my buds while drinking tea. mine later

today brings a dryer aspect, it rained most of yesterday that light refreshing stuff

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

today i write of glass and ashes inspired before
then swept by other’s moments witnessed  the cleaning

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

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

paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.

birds come quieter
scatter at my approach

autumn

some make mistakes

i do and avoid the capitals

main thing is to weather the storms
and visit daily

i too lean slightly

some folk don’t say much
some folk manage
quite well

really

being independent

it is with regard that I visit here
each day

it is with care that I ask after his

health

some folk don’t say much
some folk manage
quite well

really

being independent

some make mistakes

i do and avoid the capitals

main thing is to weather the storms
and visit daily

i too lean slightly

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.

do you not know the name, some do

and believe in her. the rod of jesse.



some say it is a pillar of salt

yet the news says most people

don’t.

.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.