June 2010
7 posts
miauw! miauw! miauw! purrpurrpurr
they were worried about me. they saw my car but my curtains didn’t open all weekend. i feel blessed.
Three red-faced school children puff their way slowly through Pangbourne. Always at the back.
brilliant blue on the wing of the jay beckons me into the world
driving alone, I say them out loud and taste their deliciousness: flushed chest. flushed chest. flushed chest.
he settles down, finally, and gathers his brush tail in towards him. next to him on the carpet, a small brown leaf with a curled stalk.
fuschia-pink crinkled petals around a yolky splodgeone day we will plant them in our garden