hear the news. say yes. make sure the full stop
is there, inserted carefully. #apt.
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
there are a few of us, one of us is leaving.
after a while i was left alone, no need to agree
sad in private, folk will think that no one cares.
should we write on social media a lot. is this the same writing
a quiet face, simple place.
the air is damp and humid, teeth
in the garden.
we are private here,
what was there before the nettles?
stung, the memory creases with
the look of bones.
left in air.
who was here to write the words
on stone, the plaque.
there is a flower festival, white. altar
did anyone come yesterday?
some thing passed the window.
air hangs heavy here. word came.
nest intact despite the storms, despite
the news of every thing.
checked, she still sits, eyes shining, waiting
on the future.
four blue eggs.
there is no photograph
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ways to infuse paper are free. perhaps the soaking
will work, after the hand drill & sanding. ways to
make haste are unecessary
sometimes, one achievement
a day is enough.
you bought your home, possibly. the largest
amount spent. ,more than those shoes, they are
this is enough. some days.
are meant to be easy, to drill and reflect. look
back there is a comma in the wrong place.
the world is infused with abbreveation
*the only company to repace your bristles
seems the punishment is cancelled.
pat says some folk paid the price
we hope he is right. what benefit is
there are leaflets to explain. in the
other power houses.
i visit regular without no ticket.
the formal compaint has not yet
it was well over a week ago.
i read daily.
i often drop in when i am passing on my way
up northish. the conwy valley. he always asks
if i am surviving.
i try to say just yes, while thinking of the titanic.
or thinking that
i do not make it for money, and have several
i just say yes,
i am surviving.
they are nice lads, work hard to survive.
a garden in regret yesterday before the mist cleared.
leeks in bundles while a lone robin sat her eggs, soft
sun came, so we went up to see the churchyard cleared
a flower festival.
sea fret in by six. today the sky has lifted early.
most of the books are gone, to children
or to charity. there are watches settled
few of the stylish garments left, kept for
there is a cabinet, of course, with two catapults,
one bought, one home made.
kept with all the papers.
david & goliath.