you can pull them out one by one,

they will not grow again.

leaves a gap.

you can pull them out one by one

they will grow back and

fill the gap.

sbm.

i think i heard a night jar

up the valley here.

it was a quiet night except

for that.

we have the window open now.

sbm.

so the bear has become a companion.

of sorts in times of sress

and needlessness.

i call him darling sometimes,

not often.

some days he stays in bed ,

not often.

some people are witnesses, study

the evidence.

i prefer the bear.

sbm.

. another jacket .
Posted on May 21, 2016

i bought the jacket on tuesday
wore it on wednesday to work.

a retail outlet we likes to look
smart and proper mostly. wore
boots as it was cooler. i thought

it was blue, the girl said purple.

we all see things different.

sbm.

( technical stuff. photo taken with phone while wearing pjs lit with a torch in the front spare room, it is a gloomy morning)

some days are soothing, having made a new pattern.

yet if he brings boxes we have heavy work, not minded

so much.

all those years ago when i followed instructions

never thought that i can change them.

make my own.

sbm.

one of the bears is my ancestor,

illogical i know. he has come to

live here quietly respecting

all that is happening now.

what is that?, he said in itallics.

it is my phone.

how do you explain that?

same as i explained it to him,

i can talk to people who are not here.

ah, the way you talk to me?

yes.

sbm.

it is quite an obscure book,
the mouse and his child
by russell hoban, some
of you will have heard
of it.

pictures by lillian hoban,
perhaps a relative.

the photo is of r.k.narayan,
breaks a rule
so this may be deleted.

this is an installation, a
love of old things.

some members will be sad
today, and we shall
empathise.

sbm.

they know i am away

the bear told them.

i had a converstaion

telling him to be

brave and responsible

as i must be.

he nodded gravely,

and will be.

sbm.

now the bear is awake.

it was all the disruption disturbed me.

yes.

are they finished now?

no, they will be back again.

i stayed in bed all day yesterday, didn’t i?

yes.

sbm.

his mother died, she was ill,

yet it is never expected.

they came back this morning,

a few of them, one showed

me the blisters on his hands.

they work well together.

i mended my boots.

the cobbler was not interested.

sbm.