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.the leaflet.

wonder where it goes
when it disappears?

sometimes letters fade
in the passing and the
spelling is wrong

or the names are forgotten

not written on stone


the news is not factual
so much here any more
and i feel the important
things are missed

and others come biased

i told him that i neither
trust nor mistrust such
a thing

that is more to do with

he had chocolate in his

he gave me a leaflet
it is in my pocket

. the imperial .

yes, i like that
a spy fly

looking at all things
regular, irregular

looking out the window
looking at the world

translating babel

it is golden here
the slate shadowed

up the pass
while travelling

while visiting

the imperial
with a friend

a busy week.

not so cold here possibly

as at yours

i still light the stove

for cosy with resting

legs after work

that poetry man

don’t get much

and even says so

i thinks until my brain

figures it

out again today

it is a busy week

with a trip related



we went

were constructive


and overcame

any difficulties

the moon shone huge

on our horizon

the wind bit

like alligators

while fires burned

around the world

even in bolton

.november acrostic.

nearly every year

on this type of day when

vapours, mists hang in the valley it

enters the mind , a cellular

memory, annual anniversary

born ages back


recurring each time without apology

. imagining my heart.

my heart is in my chest

a particular siding

i feel it sometimes

when i am walking hard or eating chilli

so i avoid that last thing


pink i expect with tubes

mostly like in the pig’s hearts

mum used to buy from the butchers

for dinner

now i am vegetarian

i think that if i have a soul

it may be behind the heart


and maybe that is where my work

comes from

it seems odd that at times of rest and when all is quiet around

that i cannot hear it

nor the other workings

like lungs and veins and stomach


except the latter rumbles

.yew berries.

a tragic happening when

history and the day collide

each taking care of their own

as we should

darker hours are comfy now


the mind wanders

the third tree in the lane is bare


leaves scattered

while at the gate the pheasants

flew up whirring

i stood steady in wonder

watched the dark bleed

across the sky

watch birds scatter from the yew

note the fallen fruits

chilly yet i found

three logs warm the room


and lasts long enough

i hope your sister is well

.word search.

it is colder here and the news comes even colder
listened and changed to the music channel

seems it was some years ago i saw the glass opera live

memories reminded via my internet web, unnecessary

as curled round the past coils back into mind until tea
prompts the fingers into drawing it out
on screen

it is settled here now into the patterns and lines
i drew some time back and am now filling in the

it makes a muddled picture

some say i have not found my voice yet
as things keep changing
as the colours move

as the seasons roll round


my work on the decline and fall
was chosen
this week


.safety notes.

have not played chess for years

never found a partner

i think i work best alone

we have touched on this before

he mentioned a cross word

i told him of both my excitement

and failure

in this department it may

be best to stay from the edge

we are a little inland here

and feel it is safer overall

although i like to see the sea

hold on to the trees

she said that we all make mistakes

that it is best to know how to correct


not to mull over

get on with it

get over it

that was a long time ago

yet look i still remember

still mend things

glue and string

clues leave me restless

i told him of the music misunderstanding

he touched my hand


..the loosening..

it gets stuck


we need the time of loosening

first time the car warns of

the danger of ice

in september

as i reverse gracefully up the lane

it is a difficult manoeuvre best

done without thinking


after loosening

we gets stuck sometimes