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

Posts from the Insomaniacal category

onespun

inhale alongside the first icicle breath
bathing in the pattering on glazing and granite
jump in here, lest we fall
any deeper
dulling cold, drenching driftwood held
under keelhaul to pull the belying undercurrent
amongst the floatspace between here and there
submerged spidercall clawing at clacking clocks
wetly writhing for air yet
drowning within
losing its identity
duskily drawn digits define dulled drama
a swirling swell to […]


another tale

I can’t take this any more.  Not this tiny corner of reality, into which my fingertips are buried in the soil and clinging on.
No more skirting around the truth.  No more slant stories.  No further truths hidden away in the most secret place just between your eyes.  Here it is, brutal and honest.
You deserved to […]


±1 (plus or minus one)

I can never quite find the words. There never seems to be one best time in which to say whatever wordsplurging might mean today. There are too many best times. Way too many. Inordinate opportunity. But not, no. Not to speak. Never…
I’ll sit again, in quiet gaze, looking […]


quivered maplines

Rows and rows. Straight, die-cut lines, emanating from diamond glare, placed unfalteringly in alignment by the precise hands of a tooled specialist under road and planning permission and council counsel. All the little namespaces joined together by struts, wheels, spokes. Thin capillaries of life winding their way in treelike form, through to […]


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