have asked for gloves this year
the gardening kind only

i have gloves from last year and
some before that even

leather , wool and finger less

i also have her fish slice she
bought those years ago possibly
in Woolworths from the counter
by the back door where she left

her bike

the paint is chipped on the handle
1940s green

some would replace
while it remains

functional will keep it
use it though we don’t

eat fish no more

it came on early morning and lasted all day

this morning I wake to find it had gone

she asked about side effects and though
after reading the instructions felt there

were none
noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy

normal
is what you are told
it is
until
you realise
it is
not

normal is what you know . normal is what your family is.

and then you learn different

learn different things

that others consider normal

later you make your own normal

choose

your own family

.normal.

is what you are told

it is

until

you realise

it is

not

red depleted.i use blue,
oh the darkness of it all,the surface tension,

primeval scream
hidden by centuries of crimson

it is warm and i worry
about the ice melting

painting everything white.

geese flew over.

the day moved slowly, and i find

the memories are not as you may think.

i have new ones.

the coffee affair with pods and seasons is recordable
into a small book, a journal of morning feelings while


i use a spoon for instant gratification . the modern
is much improved on the old ways

there have been a couple
of incidents but now she

is in disguise
with different
hair

having swiped away those unwanted pages
and moved the car from the church car park
with it being sunday

come to read your message regarding bicycles

like and yesterday

a cyclist stopped before a bend in the road
to allow the bus to pass
except the driver couldn’t see

and words were exchanged
a fist raised

while I looked at the flowers

no snow here yet at all  and fairly warm just now. stood outside in the lightening dawn and noticed the birds come differing as if they know.

.the is an owl out there near the wood.

.i like this time, the new start as if nothing untoward  happens.

.later when light I remember it does.

hot here apparently

amber today

then red warning tomorrow

they painted some tracks white
to deter bending

and wrapped something up
with foil

i forget why

i just keeps trucking

what else is to do james?



13.48

my plans change
for the bus company

suggests we don’t go today
go on wednesday

not even tomorrow
unless it’s urgent

been busy though early
under the tree

no shoes at all, my delight

the neighbour gone looking for boots
you know

the shop up town soon closing

not this town
up blaenau…


13.55

wore a bonnet
when very small

with matching coat and gaiters

she bought them from the shop on the corner

then the earache brought a wolly thing

that should be woollen

if one can spell right

i hated it and took it off


7.49

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

i write in notes to double space



as i can’t figure it out elsewhere

i feel that

the pattern is as important as

the words

then copy and paste it across

and see how that works today



will report back later
after looking for james


thankyou

robot is both

a wood block
some stickers

you know how it goes

then batteries are a thing
with their unexpected deletions

or should we mean depletion

i imagine is nice out cycling
with another

sharing experiences

( notes on darkness) more fairy lights is all that is needed, radio music, and padding about really….

early

have rubbed a little place on the window
to see the snow falling

she disliked that
my mum

said it left a mark
that she would have to clean the window
again

never mind the excitement of snow

don’t find it attractive to lay in
you know the angel thing

otherwise the white and quietness
are welcome

at the very bottom of my garden

down by a wood pile and rusting
implements

have come the snowdrop drift

and also

over there and there and
by the gate

i walk outside once a day for exercise
and enjoyment

to explore

then later I walk round the garden
look at every tiny place

today I will take photographs

james

they say it may rain a little here tomorrow

with an icon of a cloud with drops

so i may go to blaenau

a while to stand on slate

to breathe

meanwhile awake from four am

upside down

with lunch at nine
etcetera

have a photo
of a bonnet

for you

perhaps it helps them to feel safe
or is it designed by those
who wish to keep them
below

i wonder


21.22

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

the bear looked up and asked

have you written any thing today?



no, not much.



so then , no one will know

what has happened

today.



no.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it

today, a reminder of fragility.

no one does nothing

substantial

even after all this time .

watching all the crime.

the list is long  & unbelievable,

then longer and extra unbelievable.

each day.

yet no one seems to do anything.

i says this out loud to mine &  can do nothing

substantial.

only shaking.

some of us most of us
tucked inside
becoming whiter
chattering
small white teeth

some of us most of us
tucked inside
becoming whiter
chattering
small white teeth

leaves are turning slowly daily

except at the turning
maentwrog

they go first always
and suddenly

this time of year

we now descend into darkness,
drawn into night,

mistakes crossed, all can see
the errors ,the blots,that soak
the skin, the stain within.

sometimes takes a thing of note to come dancing
yet yesterday there was none of that though highly praised for labelling

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

with words true for us with no argument

and our insides curl

with these feelings

a letter to you became my blog

post

a comment from you became a

ritual

a whisper from you came

a good idea

to stop those dreams and headaches

the moon came bright with yet another name

folk alter their clocks yet it changes nothing really

don’t think you have control

and don’t think it matters

as it really doesn’t

is an old fashioned thing

which can mean many things

mostly in black and white

films

recently it came up again

and was challenged

regarding the personal space and bony joints

funny bone

&

foolishness

maybe we need to check our numbers at the end, see if one or more are missing.          count them carefully, one side then the other.it is all a pattern, that keeps us safely,        moves us
onward.

will I eat the walnuts with raisins

from my mother’s saucer

then move the hour hand with my finger


shall I decline your invitation to walk

suggest a chat in open air


these are questions that need no answers


most things are past

done with then put away neatly into boxes

until that random ****** day the door flies opens

and it all spills out again

warm and pleasant morning yesterday so i walked to the bridge.

being monday there were few folk about.

i admired the yellow crane on the rise and thought about things

no questioning as I cannot remember much of it

i heard the storm warning for the rest of the week so worked in the garden all day

she told me and she related her believed version of the news belated

so I awake to heavy rain and a lack of bird food in the feeder both at the window

we are still in a cancelling mode due to an ongoing situation and sensible thought

we have credit notes and generous friends

we will stay indoors today and tidy

day of small things,

slowly steadily worked

as we rest the dust motes,

shine as gold.

her voice sounded brighter
and I hoped she was better

a little

she affirmed she was so we
chatted

about this and that and
honesty

i have mostly fallen oak

leaves in the garden
and am looking forward

to the clearance when it comes

three quarters of an acre

memories drift in and out
while writing
again

i did not wish to go to sea

went just the once that I remembered
last evening

the crossing

it had been a longish day and cold
whilst managing fine here
i talked to others

felt the fear & sadness

james

later
gone tired
i remembered those early days in disbelief
with a longer sentence
here

wearied

left for bed
early

look at the morning come dark now

it is october

look at the weathered walls

hear the song come random

with words true for us with no argument

and our insides curl

with these feelings

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

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

day of small things,
slowly steadily worked
as we rest the dust motes,
shine as gold.

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

hesitate again
look down

regret my first sentence
now

maybe will say it some other time
now

day of small things,

slowly steadily worked

as we rest the dust motes,


shine as gold.

oh.

day of small things,
slowly steadily worked
as we rest the dust motes,
shine as gold.

medieval tartlet come scratchy

only once wore such a thing

rocky road of horror

least coverage and baggy below

without that leotard

come special

they walked home in the rain

got

missed on the pelican crossing

got ****** in the bar

the thing desired some years back

is

now offered

& now

no longer required