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
Day 336
On the go since 06:50. It’s now 21:15, and I’ve just got back from my walk (a short one tonight, in the perishing cold; should have worn more than two… Continue Reading
Day 335
O asked the other day if we had a chessboard/chess set. We have several, but probably still buried in all the boxes that we haven’t yet unpacked from the move… Continue Reading
Day 334
Thirty-one days left in the year. Thirty-one days to finish Aggie. Time is speeding up again. I did write two off-line chapters earlier, a touch longer than the ones I’ve… Continue Reading
Day 333
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading
Day 332
The strangest thing about being on twitter and mastodon is that I seem to be using social media a lot less. Allow for the fact that I go to insta… Continue Reading