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

the power house rears its head again,
pouring images down
like rain.

things come awry and we leave it so
the random nature of things
faintly corrupted

well
maybe now while comfy here
and not fancying tea just coffee
downstairs
gently

it was a migraine yesterday
with a funny neck and things
went wrong

and the town has covid
a few miles away

i have kept away for a long time
a long long time

and have not missed it
though I did drive through
once to see the changes

there is a chap wrote a diatribe
in welsh with common sense
regarding the pandemic and

the facebook translation is
genius

while at the same time
not any good
and very funny james….

very very funny

carefully we drew her out
all tidy with reason, wearing
us down

save old card for drawing on and bending about all messy

charcoal gets everywhere and causes coughing
so have been neater recently and careful

seems we have a similar taste, rather gathering than buying​
prefer reclamation than boutiques

seems we gets busy here and there
yet cannot verbally explained why we write

and paint

today we deliver eggs to blaenau
the family

and travel by bus
a splendid route

you know

red depleted.

i use blue.


oh the darkness of it all,the surface tension,primeval scream
hidden by centuries of crimson

there is news from the village

some is good and all there is tidy.

while some comes shocking and hard

to bear

james.

fighting the predictions

red depleted.i use blue,


oh the darkness of it all,the surface tension,primeval scream
hidden by centuries of crimson

touch of red
suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.

will watch the film on perception tomorrow alongside
another. red & white.  they say it will change my life.

meanwhile i **** boxes.

fail softly with a sloping line

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

some of us most of us

tucked inside

becoming whiter

chattering

small white teeth

maybe you will still stay inside a while

within the boundary lines



four fields

remember the implications, was told the facts later.

much later.

the war house & after.

now

we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue.  food is plenty.

i remember the implications, was told the facts later.

much later.

the war house & after.

now

we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue

paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.

most of it works now,
memory plays a part,


when we look
to the mountain.

some days come like that
despite all the free talking
the fixing things

it happened in one moment
reflecting the rain
and that other thing

that catches unawares

so we said to the bear

is been ok a while
now back talking to you

these things happen

the mountains here

a home, a refuge plain

and simple things, the ordinary

become as sacred in our life

Which are often spelled as doughnuts.

My confession comes next.

I thought about those donuts a lot, and wondered if it is the jam or the crispy sugar coat which is the main delight.

So guiltily thought of visiting while in Portmadog and eating one without you and then feeling the need to confess on meeting with you.

Even pushed the door yet they were closed.

The alternative was Spooners yet even there would not be the same without your company, so went to the Port and just had coffee.

Bought a pack of donuts in Tesco before catching the bus.

On return see on Social media that Spooners was closed for refurbishment anyhow.

I hope it don’t snow.

Hoping you have had a good week also, maybe with some donuts…

With all this talk of donuts, remembered Mum taking us to an ideal home exhibition at the Wiinter Gardens and she bought a metal donut implement to fry batter.

Delicious.

Note..If you are arrived in Blaenau early on Tuesday, the Model Bakery there used to/may have donuts, the heaviest I have ever eaten…

That got me through the first months on my own.

Looking up observe the doll has dusty hair.

life goes on
the mark remains

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

we are little things

that dance in the mornings

james

by the light of the phone….

we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james
by the light of the phone….

look at each gentle place,
to keep in a pocket
of love,for that rainy
day, you do not go.

the event that left one bereft

left and

then worked upon with thought and patience

may in time become something

something

useful

sometimes dots

i looked out yesterday at the rain
on and off all day

i find
the memories are not as you may think.
i have new ones.

he was still laying down and mumbling.



‘why have you not shared that one

about belief ?’



i think i forgot.



‘did anyone read it?’



i don’t know.



the bear slipped back to sleep

holding the rags.

most of it works now,
memory plays a part,
when we look
to the mountain.

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

light is wonderful


lifts the brain and limbs
beyond


sparkles rain the morning


once again we have the repetition

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate

continue pointlessly, for thousand thousands years.

numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.

each ****** bomb that kills yet again.

.is not so much that I like weird stuff…

is more that I don’t think stuff is weird…

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 remember
the pause
between words?

do they remember
the place on spine
where water dropped.

bone.

research is kind, we have tried many colours.


we ate the cake, yet not wishing to appear
greedy left a crumb.
for a bird.

maybe it is easier to climb that way

bending toes to grip

then to feel the rain early

pad through the hallway

leaving wet

marks

it is raining early

the power restored
since four

no one is about yet
only one cat waiting

I used to leave my shoes on the
garden wall
and play

leybourne avenue

the window is open and the breeze

blows the door

squeaking and i like the sound

have thought a lot about your pasty while out walking in the rain


wondered on the pastry whether it were puff or flaky


or even traditional short like me


whatever the casing  it sure sounds a tasty pasty….

sticks are available and are free

here

wanting a little gate plus the entertainment factor

we sawed them up and tied them all with string

it is a prototype

a rickety stickety gate

bit wonky

perhaps the next one will be more better having practiced

driving the land, the songs,
carry us along, to our place,
the constant places,
we think don’t change

during the day, sun shining,

is this spring, or summer

now? clearing the debris,

painting it white.



birds gather, as the

radio plays.



we dance in the greenhouse.

large rocks
fenced off yet
maybe i will
creep through
and touch
one quiet day

one stone
one finger touch
a ritual

stopped a while as the lightness started

down the back lane by the abbey

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

come lightly

then the vehicle came
so I stepped back onto
the bank

and slipped

it was said the rock had failures

&

shouts of bingo.

three types conceived

which is possibly the max.

boston lodge

walking back on the cob in rain thought this is our take on rock, and that the rock is possibly being regular rock.

.some define folks this way.

faults.

i hear that all is arrived and tested
well done everyone

those that invented
those that made and packed
shipped

and he who unpacked and put together

romping was the focus
after crawling

it is all remembered
like riding a bike
they say

yet when

she said my friend looked pretty

&

that I smelled nice

I sagged a little.

later that day

i found a message

request

from a soldier in the usa

holding a puppy & a rose

calling me a beauty

i have the same,
usually, i felt like
a change today.