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

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

feel for the beautiful moments
that pass & not recorded here

we have built the wall at the wrong angle
as sometimes we are a failure

the rules were set by no one
and kept by others and sometimes

when the wall is wrong
fall into feeling that we are

so
so

with warmth and rain outside

again we sleep

the moon outside as company

i hear it has landed on mars

blimey. is like a little insect
hopping about up there




it has been a pleasant few days
regarding weather and rearranging

things

especially garden benches
increased in price recently

with the need to assemble

it was decided to swap the one out the back for that up by the lane here

carried through the house as the hall runs front to back

previously an alley between
where swallows nested

now closed off and furnished
all a bit of an obstacle course

with the garden seat in hand




it did not fly very high

flowers fall
petals separate

this is not confetti

we cannot see each other face to face

we must live alone on lockdown

no words to describe the mass,

the danger of it all, the hate  that

rises.

the parallel,

power house.

bone house.

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.

fraction of the whole

blue sky thinking

here

there may be after effects
yet

nobody suggested a flock of pigeons

at 2pm that snowy afternoon

and that notes will be made

no one mentioned sleeping
later than usual

those chin tattoos
that come all beautiful
and trendy

noticed the birds several days ago
i do like the flocks even murmurations

which happen more mid wales
by the pier

you know
i haven’t been there in such a while

matt hancock

i have been staying at home now

11 months

in total

maybe

is was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent.

much has happened since

maybe

is was dark blue with a little red added

lasted two weeks and still prominent.

much has happened since

maybe

it came lovely yesterday
so much that no one settled

i went early and shivered
that my spelling suffered

that the waving was rudimentary
disguised by the hat

worn to the side
a bit jaunty like
with the japanese badge

others went later
on social media

while in the studio a series
commenced

marching in time
across the board

at dusk the view magnetic
we inned and out with the camera

phone

allowing cold air into

the house

&

well

worth it

yes james the little things

we shall have more drawings
i can see the marks & lines
pushing through

despite the weather

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

when sprayed
with cosmetic fixative
glow pink

when sprayed
with cosmetic fixative
glow pink

the medicine works

though leaves the passages

dry

triggers sets me thinking of cowboys

we don’t have those here either

near the marches.

it is my brother’s birthday
soon, , stopped
in the village to shop.

it is a good store, post
office at the back, steaming
gently, brown paper, calculating.

the candles are dear, just one pack left,
perhaps a power cut come lately?

anadin, i tidied, whilst i waited gently.

outside she wondered at the ivy
outside to inside the place.

some one moved gently
behind her.

i could not sleep with all
that wondering.

the wandering through
the marches.

slate slides
mud slips
rain falls

seems higher this time
water expands to where i see
the edge

the pattern remains the same,
the sentences longer. this is not an issue, and is
accepted gratefully.

they say that the latter will bring immense relief,
to try it consciously.

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

if it is a question on bedrooms

and their historical allocation

the answer is straightforward

and simple without emotion

though the damp was mentioned

plus a snippet on sharing

and a hint of abuse

a slight colouring of a larger story

despite him saying nothing of the past

in his opinion

in my opinion it was his main subject

meanwhile i stood by the gate in the local village

and admired the garden

then

we had coffee over the road in the cafe

a nice change from a pub

one is down, string
broken.

remembering now
metal birds in comics,
one flew over low
yesterday.

i fail to describe
this place as it felt
saturday,

wet green, womb like.

it is a colder spring,
now with rain.





rain, rain

there is not much more to add, it is lighter
now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

metaphor.

we watched the videos on you tube
the various methods without power

tools

just a hammer

i wonder if the age of mine was limiting

rusted screws or nails I could not tell

liked the logic yet resorted to sawing it up
now left with lumpy ends

a decision is made to store those

so will tidy the pig sty today
to make room
and designated areas

down the lane he has made a splendid bench all shiny perfect

and drilled holes in my old baking tins

thankyou

mist rose along the edge

scrub out scrub out that feeling

erase all marks or iridescent gestures

draw it inward until

it becomes outward

play the games

until all rises into absent beings

the beetle crawls fondly across the floor and we leave it

a white mouse feeds at the window

a small plane flies over

crows

clack

their

platitudes.

So we survived another storm more gentle than the predictions. 


I am here cosy with a heart drawn in my diary where the word mill used to be.


I never minded going yet pleased today that I am not.


I shall miss the customer conversation if any customers there are.


Yet not the guilt at judgement which may have come involuntary.  My mothers shadow.


So a nice day here with all that entails.
I hope the same for you.

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

realise that he may cry
all the tears of life.

carefully we drew her out

all tidy with reason, wearing

us down

we miss you if you do not visit
a while
and we get all our tenses and lines
wrong and have to go back in a hurry
to amend

we miss you if you do not visit
a while
and we get all our tenses and lines
wrong and have to go back in a hurry
to amend

‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘

yes.

‘so it was all your imagination?’

yes.

it came shiny
lovely at 45 degree angle

oh no
he said
this is the wrong one

so in the mist of memory my 15 minutes passed  without concentration and went indoors after

while all around is trembling , we weave together

with dreams and possibilies.

there is not much more to add, it is lighter

now.                                       birds sing early.

once again we come back to ourselves.

sleep comes different
with the variety of fabrics

here

linen is dense and natural

as is cotton
only lighter

this cover was not chosen
with the full blown roses
and darkling pink

nestling in the airing cupboard
lower I found it and thought a

change may be nice
and so it is
we sleep lovely

only

i cannot find the pillowcases
that are remembered for being
flouncy

perhaps were discarded with no
design merit

there is no remembrance of the
gathering

yet will remain here as a sleep aid

7°

the miracle of modern fabric,

when the door eventually opened,

i found not red runny,

nor shrunken woolly,

but just  clean washing…..

the miracles of modernity.

this is a little model.

it may be full of
metaphor.

we have our favourites

mine is old
have had it thirty years

from the charity

he touched it gently
said it felt warm to touch

&

it certainly is
felted a little with wear

misshapen

ill fitting
comforting

charcoal grey
it don’t show the dirt

i wore it gardening yesterday
raking leaves

the robin came down

we spell snow plough differently

stopped a while as the lightness started

round me they flew never touching
we laughed in delight
at this natural thing

has beautiful spots james

while i like any pattern that includes spots
and any embellishment that is bows you
know

yet
i don’t know why
only as i say that
i think i may do

i guess that is a story for another morning
james

rain came, seeds will grow.



watered places i cannot reach,

**** half full.



noisy day, farmer making hay,

lambs  moved from  mothers.



they say the sun will come

later to dry.

good that things come different
that all is not the same

all the time

i could write regarding monotony

then tell you the predicted of which came two

the usual board game and a mode of marriage

accepted some places
illegal the other

she implied she was married
and many assumed so

yet he never divorced
my mother

all things come differing

james

7°

no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops

intended on a sandwich maybe from the convenience store with the metal cafe seating outside

had noticed the chip shop and remembered that those and fish shops would be closed on mondays as no fishing on sundays then

now we are overfishing, killing those that live at sea

then see

it was open

chose small chips with salt and vinegar to taste while he enquired if i was on holiday

brightened up when i mentioned the bus from dolgellau

i had cash for him as required hidden from myself in the unaccustomed bag

sat carefully on a town bench and ate all the tiny crunchy bits and crumbs of fried batter from the edge indispersed with fatter juicy ones which sagged and dripped goo nicely

fortunately found a fairly clean cotton handkerchief in my jacket pocket for wiping face and fingers

could not eat them all

despite the small

portion and wrapped back up for later

my jacket is green with three quarter sleeves and have had it a while now

it was after that i found the marked robber’s grave in the church yard

thankyou for the prompt, the questions.

some times there is no answer, no words to describe.

yesterday i went alone to hold those feelings private

there was joy in the small things

chips from the shop the first for two years

ate in the sun under the particular trees

the absence of red soap and the joy of seeing the garden again, the galvanised cold frames

and wondering why only eight of her children were carved in the church recess when she bore ten

yet I tell you this

it were a lovely day with new surprises

and confirmation that I never wish to win

nothing

when i was a kid we had a neighbour, mrs hargreaves who had a phone and a visiting dog. jip.

not many had phones then and we would go across the main road to the call box

or use hers in an emergency only

any way the dog was homely looking

with no fashions then in breed except perhaps the pekingnese

wandering the backstreets of this small town came to the football pitch by the allotments

getting on to lunch time it was

spoke to a lady with her dog a corgi/jack russell cross and talked in admiration

she thanked me and explained that he liked a walk before they went to bed and i wondered

then made my way back into town

where a cat was sitting in the road

student of timetables

me

now with a free pass to most places

the official times

saved to my phone and noted on paper in my back pocket , nearly lost in the chip shop that only accepts cash

it fell yet we saw it and retrieved

1.28 pm the bus home so we gets there real early and waits

by the walker

he had trecked from forden the three miles up and down

used to the flatness of portsmouth wanted a ride back yet nothing forthcoming limped his return

1.50 pm with no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops

on her say so

nipped round to the toilets then waited patiently to 2.30 when a bus arrived going the wrong way

spoke to the timetable lady who admitted being wrong that the 1.30 came in late possibly while i was in the toilets

the next correct and last bus now 3.30 pm

i wondered what to do if that one did not arrive and secured an unnecessary plan

fortunate to afford

when safely aboard thought of those recently waiting at airports to escape

my small adventure was as nothing

sat on the town hall steps in the late september sun