, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,




                      the curtain half pulled from the attack of the sun
                           this morning

                      the sun-fallen sky in the windows mournful

                      the birds singing their networks still

                      and the open window the evening mowing and the
                           lifted curtain

                      all lobby me that I haven’t wasted the day in

                      activity amid the heart-stopping creation of writing
                           about it all





being & doing wormhole: re lax // me
birds wormhole: the long road
curtains wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
evening wormhole: the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations
houses wormhole: deepening with each step
living wormhole: sometimes
morning wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
openness wormhole: I could step / more open
sky & windows wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
sound wormhole: dawn
streets wormhole: Kirby’s landscapes
sun wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
writing wormhole: the silent night of the Batman