Thursday, 24 November 2011

  • Went about burying the dead in the guest rooms, went to make lunch in a sun-soaped kitchen and to fix the drip in the tap.
  • slogans
  • something chipped inside the body, rattling there like an uneven engine idling in the driveway in the near-dark after work, someone deciding whether to come inside
  • the dog split in the softness of her belly, the grass irritating the stitches
  • "come inside" vs "go inside"
  • or not

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Thursday, 17 November 2011

  • lowered by ropes into a bed made of ropes
  • sediment, etc.
Young days, some weeks ago,
when I muscled my way through to the front
and stood right next to my own special brand
of indecision, my cart full of really shoulds,
of what do you think is bests, sacks of grain,
and my father's limitless capacity for salt