Sunday, December 31
Friday, December 29
Thursday, December 21
pram 2
He's pushing his boy along an endless pavement between motorway and frosted grass. The two year old is crying hard. The man stops and goes round to the front of his pram, tucking the boy's red face into his coat and stroking his hair. He whispers soft words halo-ed with cloud, and the child eats them like bread.
Tuesday, December 19
Friday, December 15
Hedge
A mass of rusty-red twigs, the hedge is a thrown-down endless length of mohair scarf. It warms the bare earth gap where the field-edges meet.
Monday, December 11
wet landscape
a clay-coloured leaf face down, disguised as a frog * the wind worrying the japonica * umbrellas walking their owners to work * the sky (marbled grey) moving imperceptibly upwards * a smiling cat inside, looking out
Monday, December 4
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