Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Posts from the Postcards category

one two sea

stealing more time.  stealing seconds by minutes by hours by six by eight by taking those words and forming in a clean palate, cleansed with a mouthwash rinse and brine
swap lives with me please?


don’t come looking

…i’m never going home.
[on the run. again. waiting for the last piece of past to catch up. careering across the countryside and drinking in the sky. ]


Postcard Six : eighth-wit

the rock.
and
the roll.
ithankyou.
[yes, i know, it’s sort of more of a bun than a roll.  and that’s more of a slab than a rock.  but, look, a cliche in a photograph!]


postcard five

can’t talk right now.  too busy drinking tea after tea after tea, clean palate mixed with irksome bark.  Heat mixed with the dripping rain.  Milk and water.  Plain and simple.
and one by one they fall
shot by harmony and harmonic
dull pitch of scream dulled by eggbox and…
egged on by gripped shiver
aligned and maligned
handled and gesticulating to […]


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