On Father’s Day he used to pretend he wasn’t bothered but mum told us he used to smile to himself and tell her he loved us. Later we found every card we ever sent him in a plastic bag inside a box inside another plastic bag. We think they were in year order.
Tweets
Musée Matisse
south sunshine starred night
pure colour pure light
From shadow
from
shadow
spring sunshine
brings clarity
colour dreams
slanted
light
The snow hushes
The snow hushes my complaints as it slushes off my umbrella. “We’re sorry”, it says, “we’re April snow but we didn’t know”. It lies at my feet, is translucent and melts. Over the wall the river is rising, brown foaming.
Jetstreamed clouds above
jetstreamed clouds above
brick by heavy brick we build
red bridges of love
She said he snored
She said he snored like an alien bee. He said but only when I sleep. The next night he was silent and she dreamed of honey-sweet stings.
This houseplant thrives on neglect
This houseplant thrives on neglect.
Do not feed it or give it water.
Do not wipe the dust from its leaves.
Let it be and it will survive.
And, perhaps, one day, it will flower.
Waterlily borders
ideas overlap
waterlily borders venn
your hand in my hand
spring streams
spring streams down green hills
clouds cross dream horizons
blue skies yes blue skies
I like the snow but now I’m bored
I like the snow but now I’m bored. The dog’s been sick and the cats have clawed the sofa. I’ve run out of milk, I’m out of tea, no, I know it’s no disaster but it’s close enough for me. I’m grateful to the neighbours – the ones who’ve called – I love the snow but now I’m bored.
