Day 346
Today has been too full. At work, report after report of death, misery, and need. December is the fullest monthof this, historically, but this one, and this day, has been… Continue Reading
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 344
Treasure December. Rigid humidity. Taut webs. The bodies Nowhere to be found. No eight-limbed skeletons. The dark paths. Raw swamps Of unborn snow. Cracked sculptures In white and edges. Finality…. Continue Reading
Day 343
When I woke up this morning after about three hours sleep (A had a late shift last night that over-ran, and I didn’t get to bed till about 3, and… Continue Reading
Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
Day 341
check mate the pieces the square two-dimensional in plane three to touch and sight scent and sense monochrome puppets asleep in a wooden box without holes to breathe would it… Continue Reading
Day 340
Yesterday, M and I were shivering upstairs in the house while we were working (this house is odd that way; it’s warmer downstairs than upstairs), so I ordered the two… Continue Reading
Day 339
quarter this darkest quarter the axis the wrong orientation out to kuiper frozen star interrupted the blinds undone a temptation of colours the only light where night was day this… Continue Reading
Day 338
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
Day 337
Someone has stolen half the hours at least that I’ve been awake for today. I was up at 8 (I needed a lie-in after yesterday) full, of good intentions. And… Continue Reading