Monthly Archives: August 2019

.life saving.

yes the theatre was good
who done it now we
know who done it
yet the culprit swore
us all the secrecy

it is the longest running
a mouse trap

hope all the kittens came well
thet you are over run with cuteness

i stayed away a while and we rode
the narrow guage as always there
and back again

as always

then up the lake fishing
saving imaginary folk
with a rope then bound
him up happily

while he remained that way
an hour or so and no one

we made reed boats and caught two tiddlers

we placed them back of course
we don’t eat meat nor fish
yet the ice melts

it is all a worry
which i will not clarify

let you feel it is just

i am glad it was nothing serious
and that there will be funds for an engine


6.48 am
glad of my lot
wished better for others

.it is a gift.

it is a gift, the friend ship, the kiss

on each cheek with out avoidance.

it may seem continental, yet we are

dolgellau. it is a meeting place, yes,

near the church. there are similarities,

yet this is not a metaphor.

we met at ten, talked of family,

one hour led to two, and overstepped

the parking time.

later in the garden, i thought of you.

i cut the paths and thought of you too.

it is a gift.

.albert dock.

i hope all is well with your health
despite the word of tests

i worry
have been worrying for years
over folk & stuff
it does not help only
with planning

the albert dock is lovely
a shopping , cafe place
with a tate gallery

we have four i think
in total, two in london
one in st ives

i like that one
i lived there while little
and have friends

i hope the job is doing well
mine feels better that a couple
of months back

like tides

i hope you get to ride your bike

it is good to be out & about
the brain & the soul

i go now to plan a bus trip
to the theatre
his car is broke so
public transport will
be fun

monday later
than usual
been got groceries
drank coffee
ate an eccles


you were awake so early
yesterday and
i hope that day went well
for you

the day in the city was splendid
around the docks & liverpool

we went up the eye, the big
wheel despite the wind & vertigo

felt the admin in the tate was splendid &
told her so

she comes to stay in garndolbenmaen
on holidays

a firm voice demanding that all body parts
were kept behind the lines & we did so
while others did not

we are safe & i hope you guys are

do you work on sundays
like i do?

warm, cosy
there is a storm outside
the knapweed is going

.in stormimg about.

seems to me you caught on
damn quick

it is good to feel organised
in control
even though we are not


yes have had company
now i miss it
am in transition

drinking tea

the thunderstorm
was grand i think
the pressure leaves
me with an headache

as does the politics

later than usual
which does not
matter today

it will tomorrow



you did not write


that is fine.

i shall worry about you

guess you are busy

about the new job

your gainful employment

or worry

that you fell off your bike

hurt your typing finger (s)

or worry

that i got it wrong again


that you just

did not write


.the apple tree.

the apple tree was not felled
it fell

it was not her partner that

gathered the apples before

they rolled down into the


it was a man from the next village

for to make cider

do not believe all that you think

.the laundry verse.

i have no landlord
i have neighbours
my granny pussycat, her real name emily
i remember worked in the sunlight laundry
a while in pokesdown

she was not a granny then

sounds a grand job, making all things clean
making all things tidy & white

i use a laundry, collect the marks & numbers
find stories amongst the linen

you will have routine and wood for the winter
a pleasing thought both here and there

i find the stories i make are often or always
dare i say not true

the apple tree was not felled
it fell

those that came before us
& those that come after

it is a question of time
do we move through or past?

i find i am correcting & editing here
it has come serious to copy & paste later

honest work


misty start
now clearing
preparing for the day


i have been out looking

for you

amongst the knapweed

amongst the flowers

cut those brambles that may stick

to your prickles

we left it longer

the tidying this year

so as not to be a slave to it

and rewards are endless

good it has become a fashion with the climate


it always did make sense to me

others thought not in the past

we have a a past, it keeps reminding me


.painted ladies.

it will be good to have a job

i do like working
i like the people
the stories they bring

the journey
up over mountains
past the farms

maybe eggs for sale
i go today

the history of your land is long
short for the incomers

i am an incomer here
accepting gratefully
that which came before me

there was a hedgehog in the back garden
last evening, snortling and bumbling about

i am glad i left it all to grow wilder this summer

family were out counting butterflies while i was
at the bala studio worrying about ice melting

6.37 am

quiet this morning
easing slowly into
a day