we have a memory or two.
the world goes dark, we teach and learn, wait for light to appear
it is the way of things, while there are birds. while you read, you will not understand all words, that is the way of things.
it is natural, it is what they do, they live in the wild. . we have no power, they, no disgust that reels and kicks. yet while small birds live,
the start of things, the making of the welsh cape. tapestry. we have none here, we have a blanket, washed and faded. we started the research and found he lived near the thing he wanted.
we have spoken before. the looms stand idle, some in store some with recognition. machines work less in cold, sheds and lack of encouragement. we worked the day with…Continue
wrap the house around you, then leave it. out into the only world you know. anxiety comes with the unfamiliar. they call down the chimney.
so i will go back. look at the buildings. two museums hiding,. look at the buildings,
this is a mill town.
i watched you both so kind to each other. apparently
the drive home that feeling came again, after all those…Continue
have searched the archives lately.
find he knows stuff, facts, and figures while i am astounded . the sun comes out by the drawers. open they show me birds and insects did you know they cross their fragile legs and tie with cotton threads.
school parties, crocodile rows. she said there was an accident waiting to happen on the stairs, while others marched shouting, little roman soldiers. i hid in the auditorium and…Continue