after work

after all day spent in a box I dip my toes into the meadow then dive… swim through the grass leap over the bushes splash back into ferns and bramble slow down drink in the haze herb robert evening primrose alchemilla willowherb as insects buzz their drunken songs and I am sinking back sinking intoContinue reading “after work”

cold horror

My nose is full of custard. My head is packed with booze-soaked sponge cake. I am become trifle from this cold. This summer cold that my daughter gave me, after bemoaning her fate repeatedly. Now it’s my turn. My trifle-head may be worse than hers unfortunately, what with the drugs and all. All week myContinue reading “cold horror”