Wednesday, October 31

how many peanut & chocolate chip cookies
will it take
to settle
this turbulent
(answer: four)

Tuesday, October 30

only 10.40am: resistance to writing gives rise to an invisible tug towards the chocolate drawer

Monday, October 29

The horizon is misty mauve meeting a blush of pink-orange, fading to pale blue. I glance away and when I look back, a lozenge of radiant light has been birthed. Soon it's a pale yellow orb, too bright to see.

Sunday, October 28

A trio of women at the retail park. One throws back her head and laughter fountains out.

Saturday, October 27

without my glasses
winking fairy lights in the fireplace
are tiny fireworks

Friday, October 26

what's on my carpet

a smear of rainbow from the crystal that hangs at the window
a smudge of frizzy black hair from our old man cat
a box of tissues

Thursday, October 25

one elderly man to another, tugging at the top of his trouser leg to illustrate:
"the trouble is the stocking keeps slipping down to below where the pain is"

Wednesday, October 24

amongst the skeletons of courgette plants
this late nasturtium
claiming a burst of vibrant orange all day

Tuesday, October 23

last week's baby-pink nerines are half shrivelled, half intact, their narrow petals bending back with extravagance

Monday, October 22


As I search for words, Fatty makes the noise which means he wants food. I lead him to his bowl and show him what he's already got. A few mouthfuls and he's satisfied. He walks his arthritic walk to the cat-flap and I watch him through the glass, stalking off towards the veg patch.

Sunday, October 21

Late October. The light slips away whilst my back is turned.