Only the cat loves this chair. Empty chair I don’t think anyone ever sat there The cat calls it a bed when the room is quiet The clock on the wall speaks to no one it lets time do the talking I’ve heard enough for now I roll over and go back to sleep (21 [...]
Written as part of a workshop yesterday. My day does not begin until I’ve opened the blinds to the light or grey of the day I can be conscious in the dark but am not truly awake until my eyes open to light and I can fit into the shape of the morning (21 December [...]
Inspired by the Katiejane Garside cassette, Liar Flower, ‘I am sundress, she of infinite flowers’… Wrinkled paper bearing ink from your pen A photograph a horse and a chair depicting the scene Your sundress, tattered and damp from the rain This ribbon to remember you by Your voice echoing in my mind Hello? … Hello? [...]
Oh, the things that go through one’s mind while waiting for a package… Which will make itself known first— the liar or the flower? Which one am I hoping for? The flower is beautiful but withers and dies taking memories with it The liar is toxic but more likely to stick around (not many stick [...]
Watching a lot of Pink Panther cartoons today and pondering omissions… 1 A night without words silent depictions in cartoon colours Space for breathing maybe a twinkle of an eye this time without witnesses a blank record of the uneventful 2 Vampire boots in a display window beneath a halo of pink Oh, that magic [...]
Not exactly writer’s block—sometimes the words aren’t there… We haven’t seen much of each other lately Not that we planned it this way The sky went dark but the tears never came Who went missing—who was missed never made quite clear I tried to show but we never quite connected Lines crossed—ends dangling words can’t [...]
This as good a summary as any of the last three months or so… I’m moving things around to make room for the unknown allowing silences to stand and accidents to happen I let doubt do the heavy lifting to keep it distracted thinking it’s doing something important You’ve got to let the charmer think [...]
An anonymous response to a query (‘Anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you’re thinking about’) on tumblr. Not so anonymous now, I guess… 10:24. >> Time is heavy and life is light. Or the other way round. >> I never noticed the little red stars before today. >> I'm moving things [...]
I hate thinking when I have a cold… I open the blinds in the morning and turn up the heat I have breakfast I shower and go about my day the grocery store the post office sometimes the bank maybe stop somewhere for lunch I listen to Willie Nelson in the car and marvel how [...]
Some truths emerge gradually… It’s so sad to sleep through all the best dreams but be stuck in the ones that lurch you from place to place catching your coat on improbable details and still wake up the next morning remembering nothing Weeds poke through the small rocks that constitute the substitute for a yard [...]
