Monthly Archives: April 2017

grumpy egg

it is a quarry man’s cottage, well they all are in blaenau except the foreman’s house.

a small villa. the bus goes by. some things have labels.

some folk wear solid shoes, a good overcoat look you in the eye.

some friends are dusty, remind us of

the grumpy egg.


cooking carrots, thinking of belief


it is a source of inspiration, and research. it is written, yet having writ. we use. imagination, add a dose of suggestion, slightly thinking this is fact we do not move on when perhaps we should. so moving on quickly……

cut them.

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

simmer them.

what about this list, to do it before you die, well as she said, you probably can’t do it after. some may disagree – another belief. we try not to judge, yet that bucket was not worth five pound,so

we paid two.

strain them.

ready for later.


as a child

tell us things, take us without consent. there are no records.

mine are all destroyed. ask them. there are no answers.

so we attended regularly, varied chancel houses, over

time. sit up, stand up, sit down, recite, remember, stand.

up for yourself at last.

do not believe all that you are told, all that you like to.

think about it.

you wanted to believe that you believed that.

the truth is.

you did not.




we live rural.i have an immersion for hot water,

and for work. along side research and hot baths

keeps the days flowing.

there is a gas pipeline crossing near us, yet not with door neighbour is the gas man yet not required

locally.he has bottled stuff while i have not.

mary was stuck behind a lorry delivering the latter

so was later arriving here. today.

i switch it on each morning then evening though they

do say it can be economical to leave it on all day. i have

not tried that.





you have been away for ages

said the bear, with no speech marks.

yes, two weeks. remember you use


i spoke to you each day.

how come when you left me at home?

your voice is in my head,






no mash, laid on stuffing. i tasted it, reflected

on the day. natural history musem taxidermy.

two floors of victorian cabinets. dust & formaldehyde .

fish in bottles.i went to see some beetles you know

all pinned and tiny labelled. all gone for cleaning.

that evening at dinner he pulled my leg over labelling

& asked me where i shopped. did mash really depress?

i left the stuffing.



cold war

the boy plays on his own, in water it can’t be helped.

machines work less in cold, sheds and lack of encouragement.

the dream, frost cancelled a while. visitors came, the day proceeded gently with

stops and dictation, who is this?

spring came. each road a picture, slowly staring, visual overload resulting.

i could not breathe

for wondering.

the lime kilns are empty now.




see them sometimes while driving out the area,

or should i say whilst?

eyes stray while driving, could that be whilst? it

does not happen here much, daily in aberystwyth.

by the pier. keith the photographer films them.

a lot.

all together flying, in harmony. wish people would.


round here, small groups fly up.




searching the pattern

irregular, you came, your best clothes shining. humming . the first tune hit the mind, patterns and mathematics. the kindness that is. glass reflecting.

slowly it starts.

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


while all around is broken, shall we mend and tidy this little bit. shall we change the linen, white and clean. lean toward a better place round us, start again?

he said. machine you see.

searching i find nothing. huge in front of me, that machine is stuck.



one wish

that all

folk. be

kind to another,

each other.the one next

to the one next, repeating.

a photo challenge.