waterstains

Upon a paper there are streaks.sepiad and shallow.Yet they drip.long slow fat swallows that end up in their nadir.Are we bowstrings that quiver as the archers short fingers wrap themselves curling around a shaft?
am I an arrow.
not at all.
I have no passage that I will trail.

the man in the moon

The man in the moon creeps in through your curtain my darlingest of friends.He taps on your pillows to make sure they are cool beneath your cheek.He slowly turns back your covers so the light can sail upon your shoulders.He has been there for you for so very long.And will always be ...

he

he is my beach
a singular roar of surf
dependant on the moon and its wanings
a scurry of pebbles that skitter away in refuge
a circumstance and accident
small things beneath my toes that curl and grasp and hold
indeed
he
is

strawberry lip balm

I was a child and I met a woman. She had strawberry lip balm.She listened to Three Dog night.She made posters that said "Eat grass ,3 million cows can't be wrong."
We went to see Godspell.They fell in love with  her while she fell in love with a beautiful dusk coloured man.
She knew all and beyond.
She took so many photographs.They sepia with time.Unlike my memories that I tip into small wine shaded jars and stack in my cupboard.
I smoked her mothers' menthol cigarettes.
She baked cookies for the men who came down from the hauntings of the mountains.
She left.
I visited.
And in an age so very long ago, her husband held aloft a very small child and said
"Ceri- meet Meg " ...

Tinfoil

life affects us all.It is a series of speed bumps or buttlehs that seeks to switch our progress. if we view our life as a roll of cling film- see through fragile and ultimately flammable- then we are doomed upon the shelves of endless supermarket chains.

However if we purchase a jumbo roll of tin foil in which we enmesh ourselves..the flames will not catch us.We remain within the juices of which we are made.The secret is in the recipe..surely ...

Thingies

I am now the proud owner, of possibly the smallest metal music downloading thingy .In the world.
It came snug in bubble wrap.With a sticky label saying please give us good feedback lots of love Amazon.Goodie thought I.
It is tiny,shiny and luckily pink.Which is why I'm sure i bought it in the first place.
It comes without headphones,leads.or instructions.But it is pink.
And apple.

In the absence of all useful guidelines as to how to use said pretty pink metal thingie-I'm going to stick glitter on it and wear it as a brooch.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow i shall most probably not sleep.i shall pootle around the house and aimlessly flick dust from surfaces.At about 11 i shall collect two children off a train.They belong to me i seem to recall.On returning to this awkward realm called suburbia the IMAC will be turned on and my words will appear-stretched across it's screen as a reminder.Littered at the base are the detrius of my life- knitting,a coke can,a picture of my children,headphones and a solitary chocolate,For laters