Category: Journal
-
21 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Mum let me pick out the material – deepest blue denim. That dress cost as much as a week’s groceries; she reminded me of that every time I wore it. This child who had always run wild against the wind now wanted to be…
-
20 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Sometimes I Forget She’s Gone For a time she was the best in meFor a time I half believed in rights and wrongsFor a time I believed in poetic sympathythat poetry was my friend For a while we were a summer meadowFor a while…
-
19 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
The I In It The Daily Annoyances of Being a Pretzel My shoes are on a floor mat and I’m wearing one of those crinkly sounding procedure gowns that feels like paper … sitting, waiting for the doctor, and I spin off a few minutes looking through the window at dense summer green and misty…
-
16 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Tell Me About Lavender and I told her it’s the colourof a pigeon’s feather,a haze over sleepy eyes,of pensive rain, a moth on a blossom,of songs to a rising moon,a star’s early light,what Burton saw in Taylor’s eyes, a fragrant tune,a sound of wordlessness,amber…
-
12 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It She’s a Seven Nation Army How much of that dayshould I hope to remember …. the warm dust rising behind the carmy mother’s outthrust chinmy mother’s instructional glance her suntanned skinher leaf-brown hair another dress from the same pattern…. but different fabric…. she’s yellow…
-
11 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It The 11:31 Train to London She laughsand sendssunlight into every passenger’s heart on this train heading for London Bridge, its whistleblowinglike a gale at every crossing,and there’s rain again, thatching, etchingwindows,and she laughs once more, it warmsthe fabric of wintery summer mornings, she wears…
-
10 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week(a quadrille of 44-words sans title) A Perfect Art knee-deep, wading a chalk stream for crayfish, boys reining in summer days, summer shorts and t-shirts haven’t seen the skyline for days through the trees, the weight of water skims their skin, chills their hands and makes for memories and…
-
9 July: A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Happy Madness For Elaine this garden of slackened souls,I throw colour at it, fling pinky thingsinto its tangled weave of lavender that sleeps sedateas an ancient cat, and the ivy triesto blindly entangle the moon but that girl was my happy madnesswhere grass wouldn’t grow without me Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
-
7 July: Journal of Thoughts From Last Week
Insight I’ll be okaylistening to strange dialects of birds, listening to rain’s descentbefore earth stops its fall, the sound of a hand pullinga bow across strings or the sound of soft finger padspressing ivory, or hearing wind shiver the trees and knowingclouds always race with the sky. Although I will miss seeinga la fée verte…
-
6 July: Seven Little Bits
Seven Little Bits 1.Mum inherited her mum’s crystal vase, who inherited it from her mum, and my sister has it now, although it’s not Victorian, which is what Mum said it was, and it’s not crystal either, but it is a vase unless you pour milk in it, in which case it’s a milk bottle.…
It's Still Life 