should that dot be approved

and how about the predicted?

we came here early with many thoughts and remnants of the dream

take note of the numbers,
especially those with 9, as
in 29.

the page is speckled,
left unread mostly these days,

differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

all became a thing yesterday
regarding these marks of ours

a bit of a collaboration
on twitter and we finished
on this

i hope you do not mind

‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘

yes.

‘so it was all your imagination?’

yes.

'you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘

yes.

‘so it was all your imagination?’

yes.

so the bear looks at me and says,



‘ you mean it were the settings that was wrong ‘



yes.



‘so it was all your imagination?’



yes.



‘i feel a bit better now’

a pinky glow

she said that it was the coldest night for years

and I forget how many

is a curious thread that
hold us together
while apart

a curious thread that
holds us together
while apart

listen, repeat the
random insects.

stitch another way.

down the centre of town
an avenue in fall

and the day came divine

shades defining.
now I have to say that I usually like
the colour as items, yet maybe not
as entity.
I face the slate
grey
and bleed red

the sun came &

shadows lasted only a short time

this is what i was like at the beginning before all that happened which now is past

this is what I am like now , back to that beginning and maybe a differing shape outside

new mathematics

the rooms were swept yesterday
bones hidden
teeth implied

yet the shape remains embedded

we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities

day of freedom

we went out on the chain ferry across to the beach
all sun sea gulls and possibilities
day of freedom

we walk your district quietly.
wait in the shelter.

I will
quite like a wild rumpus here some time.

this thing can **** the life even from

those hiding.


so they may  go live underground.


war of the worlds

keeping things entirely to oneself is usual yet conflicting with the need to identify happenings

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

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

young man shouting at the elders

the high street

that they are waving those flags yet not saying anything

shouted and shouted like anything

while some of us got bored

left and bought a second hand marvel tee shirt in black

others stayed behind and filmed

save the children #

no sighs.

they have forgotten us.        we have forgotten them.

are we  now the bones of what we were?

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

were none apart from the pigeons
noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy
born from hatred of the overgrown

box hedge

we love the little national trust hedges
clipped and sturdy

not this high hanging woody affair

tried to trim the top
ended sawing the bottom
destroying the thing

a fit of peak they say

and having done so moved on to the other
larger affair by the gate

which rhymes with hate

you see

the joy next morning
when looking out
saw them gone

later the asda man came

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

were none

noted before

when suddenly came the surge of energy

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

much of the time is spent with this or other things which pass the day nicely. linen  hangs  heavy, needles preserved. small holes ready.

it don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

what is it?

how will they know for thinking
comes silent inside our heads
unless we utter

come morning early rather than dark


fish that are insects on the pantry shelf


the necklace chosen each year

a gift

treasured


the memory of travel come fleeting while writing

at least we did that.


hair now…..

a simple thing,
to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

is a simple thing,
to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

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

to think sideways,
practice makes a hindrance
when others think straight.

do not dignify the challenges. tread sweetly,
move on.

it is simply.
not worth fretting.

look at the weathered walls
hear the song come random

oh no

hoping all are good

not crumpled or torn..

sun here yesterday
soft and mellow

as we drove along the coast
sparkling

we were
especially her

my heart sank when the water stopped draining

from the kitchen sink.

it is a soakaway

not a mains drain.

the rod broke and stuck there

though after  much upheaval, with slight swearing of a normal nature,

something shifted.

a world of extremes

or maybe the contradictions

were dreamed

it has been warm
and sunshine here a few
days now

so much work achieved
outside
like

painting the studio
the wooden walls
outside

then preservation
on the summerhouse
and tidying that garden
round the back

this morning my hands feel rough

my mum used liquid paraffin
on the boys hair fortunately
nothing on mine

she slicked theirs flat with a severe
parting

until one had a crew cut and got into
trouble for it at grammar school

there was a hell of a fuss

i remember

talking of which she would send us
up the garage for pink paraffin from
the pump

next door the tv shop where we watched
the programmes through glass

later mum rented one from radio rentals
in winton

she rode her bike up there
sometimes stopping at the
bakery for a cream slice

james

picture this
the plastic skirt guard

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.

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.

shades defining.
now I have to say that I usually like
the colour as items, yet maybe not
as entity.
I face the slate
grey
and bleed red

she said that hers were special, hairdressers’ scissors. we were never to cut paper with them, yet we did.

look….

so flimsy it is hardly there.
so worn, it is almost dead.

recreate the dying in your head.

so small it is hardly there.
so cheap it is almost dead.

draw it. recreate the scene in your head.

you like birds?

as do i

neither of us employed
&  i am vaguely idle

furlough ended &  was
invited back part time

you see i said no

& despite protestations
seem to enjoy

for now a bus ride
and coffee

for it is raining a little

james


8.30

dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing