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A history of Light Capturing Devices, as used by Me

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To tidy a room.
Trying to clean the room and failing. Drawer by stuffed drawer, box by shoved-under-bed box, beaten back in each skirmish. Beforehand the room had a precarious equilibrium, dusty fullness, every nook having been gradually filled past full, things […]
On Turning an Age
What have I learned but Nothing Nothings Somethings about nothings like Heart is wild animal Wild animal is pilot. Life is absence much as presence, names, stones, the splitting of sticks missyous strewn across the holy scape like erratics. Cavern […]
Notes from the blunderground
Haven’t been on Twitter since Russia invaded Ukraine. Hot takes, meme noise, and am-i-the-asshole all powerless when that nasty power-bloated shit decided to assert his vision as of course, guns and bombs, death, blood and soil. Today […]
Soilmates (Short Story)
Out in the rhododendron, an old wind lies coiled lengthways along thick roots. The acidic slopes they twist through drop steeply towards the curve of the fjord. Sounds of the Atlantic and its dwellers drift up on younger, more eager airs. This tired […]
Fragments, #438
I will go to the cafe, pull up the chair at the table by the window, and become at once both swallowed by the world as if sucked into the gob of a passing fish, and a poster of this little stub of universe hung up to make newcomers feel at home. I […]
Short Story (after Rumi): The Dragon Charmer
( -- after hearing the Rumi story from Matin B. on the London Underground -- ) A poor snake charmer, feeling that he was passing his prime, went to the mountain to pray for a better life. “God, I have served you well,” he prayed. […]
Short Story: Constables Three
Thump thump thump of stiff hull on salty mound. Gannet gull tern rising and falling in and out of sight. View pulled apart to its original full width, in the broad hiss and hum of ocean passage. Three constables crouch in the lee of the short […]
Song: Deep Blue Eyes
demo memo recorded in Baurisheen. Crows scratching the air in the back garden. Early September 2019. Look at where the time has gone, how is this possible? See the line, it’s far away but Getting closer all the time I turn my back, try to run, […]