i don’t think so
he is innocent, some say naive
it is you and you that thought another meaning
heads full of dope and chloroform with silly
verse
maybe you are actors with erratic scenes
so he cannot speak to you for laughing
at the glint in your eyes regular
perhaps you will go wild swimming together
in the dyfi
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This month my artwork is part of the following projects and events.
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Recent drawings are now in the exhibition and collection of Osten World Gallery, Skopje. Macedonia. and International Drawing Competition Wroclaw.
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caged.
it is all there
if you look
little birds
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now she is gone
and
i go up early
these days
she goes up early these days,
as if she is involved.
jumping the stairs
and laying head down,
eyes swimming,
brown.
does she know,
does she miss him too,
is that why.
she goes up early,
before me,
and i visit.
until thinking of her there,
i join her
my head down,
eyes brimming,
brown
too,
brown eyes too
sbm.
red cross
a simple sign that says kindness helps
and needs volunteers
so i do one day a week alone upstairs
if possible
the power of such a thing is endless
as i sift and sort the black bags and
cardboard box i think of you
a leather bag with purse: pink plastic comb
still grubby with your hair intact.
lace handkerchiefs, letters i leave unread.
dead people’s handbags, dead folks
clothes. mothballs they say are hard
to come by, i know different, smell them now.
washing hands is regular. compulsive.
odours cling. thoughts sing that kindness
comes easy.
sounds, chatter from the store below rise and when thoughts subside
i listen here and there, customers clients and staff.
the box contains your little things, the company of pretty
your joy of small items
dust coats the air, motes of your living days. a drink is
welcome. move on.
another bag is baby clothes, joyful thoughts of children growing.
showing them to colleagues we smile together, steaming in
the upper room
warm the days now, summer the nights are hotter. murmuring continues below.
you hear things if you listen.
she said
we should help people in this country
first, not those abroad .
bloody immigrants
yet these are the numbers the scared and dying
the
established volunteer talking loudly to her young customer
asking about the washing,
yes i
hang it in the garden, in sun and breeze
to dry fresh.
staff replied that is what peasants do.
gippos, you know their sort.
i stopped the sorting.
saddened
report it
fight, flight or write of it?
i touched a little coat gently
said goodbye to that upper room left quietly
it is hard to do nothing, not react
my issue
their sign says kindness helps
red cross
a red cross
the prize came as unexpected
a big building enough to house
the poor, the homeless the dis
possessed. it was tea and
i felt sick
i will rather give the money away
the added value of the food. ritz.
crackers. that bread can cost so much
spread with regular stuff cut thin
the waiter smiled ; i noted his shoes
an honest worker like me
alongside they enjoyed the moment
without the anxiety of my chest where
reparation fails. this is the promise
the outcome of a difficult day
afternoon tea at 4pm posh
first prize. three x five
all persons: third person
1.
the restaurant
three minus five or six
2. the tea
three minus five or six
waiter
3. describing the folk next to me
4. too many expectations, the room offering anxieties
5. food came
6. how high can this be, a ceiling at ten feet four
#speechless
