dug within for strength, without for vegetables.
tidy allotments for food. primroses came by post; my father.
war was declared before me.
they said that some hid in outside toilets to avoid the bombs. there were hits in bournemouth.
some dads dug deep for shelter in the garden. anderson, half buried. flower beds planted with veg.
peace times, families stored their potatoes , rather than waste. rationing continued.
i remember the implications, was told the facts later.
the war house & after.
we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue. food is plenty.
in wales find they grew potatoes here. i have a photograph.
I still hide under tables.
i dream i dream of porcupines.
white feathers dipped in blood.
bloody mess wars,
bodies rotting there. there
are thoughts while stitching that
this could save the world.
a quiet thing. no injuries, the blood
comes small in useful drops.
drops down, meditative sound.
white feathers fall.
i did not know when you started.
about the socks, how
they are not made to last.
about those you were wearing
for five years. i did not wish
to see your leg sir.
about the chamois leathers, how
we used to have more variety.
which brought him to talk
about hand car wash. by
foreigners. his words not
insisted that they deliberately
scratch the cars, then turn their guns,
these foreigners. his words not mine.
i left, i am not paid to listen to your racist
i am paid to weave and serve another day.
he left without buying.
look at the actor,acting that the arms hurts
to help with self diagnosis.
it will be ok if we have paper to write
wait for news of those that are dying, have died
we may still have paper.
to draw on.
read the news and watch the radio, we can keep
up to date through the publications
if they have paper to print on.
she said she has heard #stories. thrice.
i think you find, madam, it is #reality.
report that they shouted coward.
do not mention the word
we heard it. all of us.
grow naturally here. it is a wild garden
not as big as yours. surrounds me.
i like the colour amongst the green, while
having no photo again.i say cut me quick
stab me clean.
there are no razors , only scissors.
i cannot spell. i can think.
i can imagine a nuclear
read the books, seen the footage.
before you speak.
i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope.
look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.
wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?
it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.
pray for them, all is in disorder.
archaic or dialect question, in appropriate. a lowly start
with slight misgivings, i come arrived from the country, an immigrant
if the task came to me unlikely, i should sew profusely. a safe bet in that
something grows decently.
do you know how to stitch a lie, when all about grow honesty? mine was
white last year,
now nothing germinates.
the question is irreverent, no disrespect meant. forgive me, this is the second
time. this time,
i shall stay.
despite my nationality.
she needed the fare home, i gave her change.
the school girl bent level, gave her the note, touched
her and left.
we look after our own.
moving on from the last verse of girly looking
after girly, we stopped at the jeweller’s window.
the assistant, neat looked bore & very clean. the
rings were three thousands and more.
enough to take her home and more.
“yes sir you may buy the ring, for a
thousand pounds, or choose to save
did you dream of evil last night, for evil it was.
pocked, bleeding and dead. back broken.
this morning the garden is damp, a mole died
plans for a new path are growing, yet there was
bloody danger everywhere. here. there. words look the same.
dots abound. he followed the road, fell from the sky. the thing
during the day the bus burned up the road.
the nails are sharp, we can split our fingers.
be very cared for my dears.
is it today?
yes, the article.
it will all be different?
yes, it has been different quite a while……
will they send me back?
no you may stay here with me, safe.
numbers came suddenly, soon after one. nothing added any more, all began to subtract, divide, the result algebraic there are no rulers, lines to divide, the total is irrelevant now, the addition foremost. i have been to the counting.
initially, crossed the sea to the land, from one to another, then, talking. crossed the narrow bridge spoke of the past, you know what i mean. courage to walk
a book about death. 14.
irregular, you came, your best clothes shining. never mind. the first tune hit the mind, patterns and mathematics. the kindness that is.
he said. machine you see. glass reflecting. slowly it starts repeating. the walls of differing colours. we have the dvds. on and on repeating on and on repeating on and on repeating.
back to the counting, how many have there been, how many are left still standing. an issue for some, yet we amend the figures here and move on. lucky ones, maths divides and decimates others.
simple notes, there is much discussion now, where the place used to be pure quiet and acceptance.
it seems to him that talking does not get the job done. gently balancing wool. words fall .
we had gathered here before to watch the weathering. referendum come and gone with fury.
simple notes. none rise higher than the one next.
to you, to me, this may not be
with great love and care ( adverb) he made them. each one by hand.
most were killed before breakfast. visitors asked to see the bodies, having
none, he imported them from abroad. more killed than
the somme. thousands after dawn. he has models now of dead
soldiers, some with arrows in.
small scene first world war, glow in the dark. memorial.
having spent time among his battles, i went and ate a donut. lovingly.
win or lose. hedge your edge.
write of parlay. slowly ending bet.
forbidden child! drift into another.
dice or other games.
no one wins…..
she talked rapidly
history, opera, poetry.
listened a bit,
eyed her clothes.
wished i dressed liked that,
she told me
in war painted
white crosses on men who deserted.
an aim for those
who shot them.
he was never the same after.