.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.

you have been holding on a long time
hemmed in with printed lines


enhanced with ink

blobs


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

we have such unimportant work
here, that needs not be done.

today, another power house installed,

i have to let some things go
now, yet this remains.

light is wonderful
lifts the brain and limbs
beyond

sparkles rain the morning
once again we have the repetition

light the darker days
of gloom and melancholia
born from intrusions

and swede.

this is quality,
a fortunate piece.

sea fret  in by six.      today the sky has lifted early.

now the days grow lighter, my head is
tied back on, and all seems well.

some thing is changing here,
so slight it can hardly be
noticed.

yet it has been.  a feeling,
came with the light rain .

the quietness

all things are changing

the island blessed

sandy tracks to wander
in memory

like birds we flew

like in a circus those days
now there are no animals
mainly clever folk being smart
or funny

what do we know of apartment

blocks with balconies

no where to play

sit quietly with the monkey

or whatever toy to sustain

and magnify

what do we know of merging paint

that frequents our mind

to describe

there was a gap in the railings where things fell through

we sat and watched it all

quiet slow and uneventful

it left lasting impressions

a simple drawing out

:: 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

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

think i may like to travel to small places,

old and full of history. deep aged fabrics

stained with the words of time. to touch

minimal
on the same paper
as before

i understand

this is good
maybe this is what the time has been for
to clear

a reassessment

of stuff
our preferences

i have to tell you in all excitement the new pencil sharpener arrived yesterday

described as longer lasting and made my pencils pointy

the lines came fine
i told her and she
said she will like
one too
so it is in the post

she was given a bottle of jersey milk with an image of a cow imprinted and planned to make
rice pudding

with grated stuff to taste

i don’t  like milk puddings yet did not say so as not to spoil the story for her

i like liquorice

listen
to the divine air now


we are starting to breathe
a little

hearing everything in return,
unwanted, unwilling to partake
in all the particulars.

time will tell, while
decisions come quietly.

are you tired of waiting,
do you grasp the mettle,
write it down?

young man.

alongside a list of tasks
repair and defend, cut
small twigs with gusto
and imagination.

make conversation,
explore philospy at
the kitchen table
all gingham and pastry knives.

this was the order
of the day. thursday
the handy came, instead
of tuesday.

plans change.

who defines the different
level of thought


is there a manual
with charts and graphs


a litmus test to testify
that the thought got tangled

forgot to say
that one bear
here
now has silk floral pants

as in underwear
not pants as in america

here we say trousers

anyhow there is no photograph

the guy in the charity
says there are no doll’s
clothes in stock

do you say thrift?

6.20am

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

we read that they are the most moral army in the world

also read

the moral solders **** little birds, break little bones, and squash them.

little bird. tiny child.

bomb them, burn them, snap their wings.

burn them living, burn them dead, smash the brains out their heads.

pound, break, tiny bones

bulleted.

****** everyone.

animals and trees.

little birds, with little nests.

no nest no more. a moral army burned it, bombed it, destroyed it.

moral solders **** little birds, break little bones, and squash them.

little birds in gaza.

(notes…there may come a ceasefire yet you still have done these things)

( more notes….you agreed a pause and meanwhile **** more..)

see the softest looking clouds
wonder
if that is where that work came
from
and the joy of pink?


with gentle yellow

little garden
with a pleasant lack
of human control

a small garden with a
backdrop of the estuary
and signal box
there

a special garden made
with nature and a loving hand

thankyou nature man

fear

of this and that
of nothing in particular
that no one else  will
understand

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

now i beg forgiveness
we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james

in the light from the phone

did not tell no one,

that while out walking

thinking of you in ukraine

my feet tangled in debris and i fell flat.

my mind is broken yet my phone and glasses
remain intact

my knee bled. my hands to save me

scabbed. limped back to you.

you who bandaged

& fed me sweet things.

will continue to think of you in ukraine, to walk alone in solidarity.

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

as he left the garden
he said they may be working nearer home now.

has been a long time coming, it lasted many years,
now is gone.

all of it, all the straight ideals and weathered work.

you notice small things too
and record them slightly

those touches, nuances

do you see the way they
glance, look aside

and maybe, and probably
i cannot fix it
so will look after it
admire it daily
unless it rains

james

Shoreline would be more an exploration of the concept….shorelines more related to actual examples…..how about that?

the visits were a thing back then

no observing the window display
were the rules

of course we did
yet I saw nothing
of any offence

he placed a board on the arms
of the seat for us smaller folk

and cut it short
we had no choice

the barber pole outside
to advertise

sometimes the fringe
was trimmed at home
eyes shut
mine not hers

the sound cut through
the bits spit out

it has taken years to realise
taken a lockdown

no intervention

i will make bread today
plant the seed
maybe read the meter
unless I do it on monday

became slightly nervous looking up
at it


retreated to the studio

the clouds waiting as you
say

there are many to fascinate
give them names and fluff

becomes fact
a place one can recognise

you answered the questions
the good soul you are

fed the cats early
as do I over here

i apologise easy
if allowed

though some do not permit a dialogue

at all

he asked me what he had done wrong again
i confirmed that there was nothing
amiss at all

wondered why he thought so

remember the early days
and understand a little

bit

my tongue
say nothing
is best sometimes

i too shall have a fire today
learning to be back indoors

autumn

second lockdown
lost count

we watched it come down over the mountain spreading

slowly

as the cloud passed by the sun

after cooling indoors we went to see

the maker in the lower field

we watched it come down over the mountain spreading
slowly
as the cloud passed by the sun
after cooling indoors we went to see
the maker in the lower field

we watched it come down over the mountain spreading

slowly

as the cloud passed by the sun

after cooling indoors we went to see

the maker in the lower field

while in the studio a series
commenced
marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic

we are artists without borders, we give and share,

not expecting anything.



in return we are part of it all, and pleasantly

accepted without judgement.



the journey is endless to join as desired.



i am a curator, a book about death in wales,

loosely bound, conceived by another



in memory.



ray johnson.



fluxus.

mainly red,

comes a differing hue

with duck egg blue,

the ironmongers in town

at one seventy nine

is not much use in the dark
so to say ok to google a small
light occurs

to see

listen we can only hear the weather
or ask her again

which can change each day

make plans in the diary
delete them on the day
or arrow forward

as things alter

remember and even now
making our clothes to fit

better or updating the style

somehow

making something from something

else

he mended his boots with glue from
the ironmongers then finished it off

with screws for strength

three in each and not even matching
well then who will see

some things don’t matter

what is in that bag in the car?

you mean the brown paper bag from the bakers?

yes.

well there are his clean pants and his socks.

and

the leaflet about the manchester ship canal

you wanted.

also is a light bulb.

do you remember the electrician advised her of the peculiar property

of bulbs, well

she gave me a bag of the discarded ones

which all worked.

anyhow, one is a small ***** in and does not fit my lights here.

it will do for the light in my bedroom at yours.

thankyou. i will put it in the bedside drawer.

yes. that is what i thought too.

i hope you get to go on the manchester

ship canal.

you kept going while i was away even during storms

real grit

i am back as you can tell

will settle in a few days



7.21 home

lots to do

i briefly say that
i travelled to southport
then the manchester ship canal
then manchester town

i enjoyed it
much happened

much to do
to regroup
and tidy
up

your poor legs
oh!

a photo

oh!

it is a complex thing
to work out the best

thing to do
way to be

sometimes is best to do nothing
wait and see
let it be

some mornings the air feels clearer
than others

across the village  a dove turtles  and coos
while lorries pass on the bridge