raggedpoet
scriptwriting your way through life when someone else seems to be holding the pen all the time. You can't just cut when you want a new scene no matter how much you want to fade out.
Hands.... gear sticks, the edge of the seat.. a trip back from the West Coast, hot stones, lying by the river, so very hot....
oh no, I cant do bowling.... the green next to the cricket ground on a Sunday afternoon.... the occasional click and gentle clink of teacups, against angry shouts and the sound of bats being thrown at the pavillion.
Between a rock and a hard place, but there is always somewhere to go. Sometimes you have to ignore the conventions and constraints of the game, and go whichever way you can - think outside the box, or off the board.
Kush, Italy, Zippy's in Nelson, Diss upstairs above the deli - so many lunches there, the wonderful cafe in Zurich where they made the best lemon cheesecake served on a plate painted with palladium columns in a dark berry sauce.....
into the duvet
hide from the world
with a book you need to hug
hot black tea
and a fire going
in the woodburner
Mind the Gap
Mind the Gap
two gorgeous guys
at Norwich railway station
admire their dresses
their high high heels
as they step
so elegantly down
from the train.
Animals
Marching with Tabby
in Occold, near Eye in Suffolk
her first march, first protest
I grew an activist
in my wee Angel of the Universe
What do we want
Animal Liberation
When do we want it
NOW!!!
Trenchcoats, Humphrey Bogart, War
All lie beyond my experience, outside of my life
somewhere deep in the dark, where it is wet and muddy
I once dug a trench for an oil line with a long thin spade
and another to fill with sand, for growing carrots….
Trenchcoats, Humphrey Bogart and War
All lie beyond my experience, outside of my life
somewhere deep in the dark, where it is wet and muddy
I dug one once for an oil line with long thin spade
and another to fill with sand, for growing carrots....
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