new word: thundersnow
what on earth can that be like?
my heart in your hands
The clue to the title is ‘six’
I still did not know your name
when I first saw your smile
I stood there in the melted snow
bus waiting hands burning despite my gloves
love (I think) filled my heart
paper cuts
I read your letter
breathed the ink, the scent of you
paper cuts my heart
snow on sea
snow on sea
salt flake melts on tongue
single tear falls
Dance like the snow
dance like the snow that falls to the sea
dance like the birds that fly wing to wing
dance like your heart remains on fire
dance like the world is still never-ending
New endings
years end every year
new beginnings
hope
I don’t understand what this scam is but I think it must be
See the dog? Yeah, watch the dog. Watch the dog… watch the doggy… don’t look at the bag. What bag? Oh yes, very good, what bag, there’s no bag there. Just watch the dog…. See him? Yes, he does look heavy, you’re right but just wait a moment – don’t look at the bag, there is no bag there. The bag has gone. Just focus on the dog. Focus on Dougie, focus – yes, that’s his name. Or that’s the name he answers to rather. Who knows what his dog name would be? But he answers to Dougie so maybe that’s his name. No, not Baggie. Hahaha. Dougie. Did you see how his ear twitched then? Just when I said his name. OK. I was getting a little distracted there. Let me sum up and begin. Dougie’s the dog and there is no bag there. Now, can you all put your hand in your purse or your pocket….
Inspired by a photo by Trish Malley @trishsky http://www.broaddaylightltd.co.uk/tricias-stuff-1/ (fourth photo from left)
How Pelmanism made a writer
Turn over, turn over, top left! That’s the one, the wizz with the conk, the nose and hat at nine o’clock. Let’s see, what next? OK, bottom right, there, right at the bottom. Turn it over. Oh, ok. They’re neither of them a wizard though. Or perhaps… perhaps they’re wizards of communication, masters of the modern world, with their cans and their partings and their billowing bellies? No? OK then, I’ll turn them back over, the wizard and the guys on the phone. It’s your turn.
Just point to the one you want me to turn. Fourth row and three across? Great. You’ve got a pear, a silver one. That reminds me of the story. Have I ever told it you? The grandmother, the bear and the silvery pear? No? That’s odd, that’s one of my favourites. I’ll tell you the story when we finish this game. Just one more connection to find and then that’s it done for another ten years until Christmas falls on the night of a falling star. That’s it! You’ve got it! The golden pear. Right next to the silver one. Whoever would have thought it?
Oh, don’t be sad. Let’s turn all the cards over and see what stories we can tell. You begin…
Inspired by illustrations by Ross Gillespie @bigblether http://www.broaddaylightltd.co.uk/rosss-stuff/
Hope near
Hope near invisible
Flicker of an eyelid
Curve of a smile
You bring my life
you lend my life lustre
dullened silver reflecting your light
love long lasting and light