Monthly Archives: August 2016

tumbled

nothing is as it seems.

there are enough disturbances in the world,

without another.

stay under glass.

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news

cheese is as addictive as hard drugs,

not that i have tried it.

i like edam and do you know that

if you play at the garden fountain

it may all get wet, so you carry them

and go bare foot.

did you now there is an electric boot

cleaner there, where

we went the day after the referendum.

that was the beginning and the end.

there is no alpha nor omega on this keyboard.

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stopping

yes.it seems to be stopping now.

it is lifting. it has been raining

a while you know, in the bedroom,

bathroom and the cellar.

it was heavier outside, faster

than the slow drip of gloom.

sheltered here, we weave and dream

a summer palace, and silas

marner.

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meanwhile

we talked to him at his gate,

asked him how he was.

he looked gently.

later he told me his

ears had been blasted regularly

at the quarry, so he is deaf.

now.

i told him where i was from ,

meanwhile the man at the factory

cleaned bins.

we used the scooter again.

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11 small

up the next village

they are serving teas and cake in the hall with bunting.

my interest is the bull that lives on the parkland. there.

i slows if no one is behind to look . or stop a while

he seems to like leaning over watching the traffic, while

i fall in love. it is a pretty face.

up the road the hotel is closed down. now.

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note – photo pre bunting days

just stand there

just stand and watch the season change,

note the dew and separate ideas.

remember that you stand alone. are not

alone

from criticism and contradiction. medieval

music plays, the town smells as it should

now.

stand and watch the river sing, remember the day

wind hit water.

you were not alone, neither was the grave digger.

he waved yesterday.

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#rr

it is with difficulty i write this.

the bear was correct, yet he

is not the only one in the village.

i met another yesterday.

it is with difficulty as the keyboards

stick, while others have no empathy

how deep it goes.

many have drowned, drowned

dead.

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boxes

wander into town while your back hurts

edging into breaking. meet the one who

instigates recycling for its sake and others.

suggested the items, collects and delivers.

meanwhile he eats the offered sweet and

confesses there are more boxes outside.

mostly cherry ones, quite small,made to

stack easily.

help yourself, i have organised them in two

piles, wood and plastic

yes, have four, there will be more here

everyday.

i remember how we ate cherries every summer.

those days.

( pause)

these days.

the back feels slightly better now.

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the writers

not thinking it comes good,

just write, share and eventually

correct, edit,delete

you like, comment.

on reading others ( pause ) regret these

simple ways

i am not clever, everyone is a writer.

she said so.

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a table for 25

yet i am pretty sure more came, it looked a lot.

we had moved earlier on a prompt from the owner,

curled up in the corner with chips. tasted like mum

made

on saturdays with crispy bits.

that was a long time ago. we waited for the bus

home.

45 minutes.

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