Thursday, 30 June 2011

Tea

Like the green Ulva seaweed I saw in glass-clear rock pools last week, the freshly picked leaves of lemon balm swim in the hot water of our glass teapot.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

in the highstreet

An old guy, with a shock of white hair, pushes a bull mastiff past me in a 1970s mothercare pushchair. The dog has one leg up over the handlebars and his head lolls to one side - just a hint of pink tongue showing. 

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Two groundsmen prepare the cricket pitch. The first, with grey hair, whizzes around on a small red tractor. The second, with white hair and a string vest, paces slowly behind a heavy old petrol mower.

Monday, 27 June 2011

a money spider scuttles behind the clock in the shrine room

Friday, 17 June 2011

chores

There are rust spots along the edge of the needle. I rub them off with my thumbnail, as best I can, and hold my breath as I push the thread through its eye.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Get well soon...

Last night I dreamed a washed out photo of my brother. Light had escaped onto the film, like angels glowing around his face. In the photo he was ill, grey skinned in a grey Maclaren pushchair. This morning I found out he's in bed with the flu...

Tuesday, 7 June 2011