Archive for September, 2018

Thursday, September 20th, 2018

 

Watch me making a flan:
here

(or is it a cake?)

Wednesday, September 19th, 2018

 

Watching a pair of rooks on the roof opposite
As clouds build, blowing in from the West β€”
All this missing not to write about

Tuesday, September 18th, 2018

 

Mid-afternoon β€”
And I decide to have a cake and eat it

Monday, September 17th, 2018

 

Autumn lassitude β€” golden leaves falling

Sunday, September 16th, 2018

 

My little chicken legs
Your average-size rotor blades

Saturday, September 15th, 2018

 

WORK IN PROGRESS:
I ried, I really ried
Honest I di

Friday, September 14th, 2018

 

What a private language brings to the table is a sense of impregnability.

Thursday, September 13th, 2018

 

Light clouds chase one another across the sky
It’s alright to be alone with your thoughts

Wednesday, September 12th, 2018

 

Margaret Pye and the Night Howl
The Orange Bishop at Peck Time
Queen B and Rook Too

Tuesday, September 11th, 2018

 

The unintentional cloud.
The chase above the mountain.