My Diary

When I reached the bottom of the stairs I found June cleaning a vacant space several feet in the air. I had breakfast like a blind man tuning a piano and then came back to find her cleaning another. I thought to myself that we needed higher furniture and walked to town with a disused coal mine as a companion.

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Burning House - Blind Face

Burning House – Blind Face

My Diary

I went out into the toothpaste garden and did squidgy weeding and then squidgy planting before resting on an antediluvian rock outcrop and watching the sun sew stitches in the sky. I was surprised when I could still see the thread. I had to put my embroidered head away early in the afternoon and walk like falling masonry to work.

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The Artist In The Abbey Gardens

The Artist In The Abbey Gardens

My Diary

I went to town inside a violin case – everyone thought I was a machine gun when I was really a floor mop. The girls were dressed in flowers as I invented a new language and then expected everyone else to learn it. As it turned out only the stray cats in the back alley proved to be truly bilingual.

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Young Girl In A Garden

Young Girl In A Garden

 

Young Girl In A Landscape

Young Girl In A Landscape

 

Young Girl In A Landscape

Young Girl In A Landscape

 

 

 

My Diary

I touched a spectre’s hand when I descended the stairs – not really knowing where it had been – and then ate as many things with my name on it as possible. The bedroom was a Roman amphitheatre and I had to dodge speeding chariots when getting ready to go out. When the thumb went down I left the house.

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The Famous Five (Jane EyreTwo)

The Famous Five (Jane EyreTwo)

My Diary

I ate my breakfast from a toy piano and then played a tune with footsteps on concrete. My shadow reminded me of the Birdman of Alcatraz before it flew away as I entered the house – the dog brought hers with her and played with it as I erected a model of the Lighthouse of Alexandria on the landing and then looked for nothing in the loft.

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Bird On A Post

Bird On A Post

My Diary

As proof that the universe ages like a dripping tap I suddenly disappeared from my quiet studio and found myself in a busy room in town. In the model railway of my mind a miniature train entered one tunnel and exited another in a completely different place. Socrates spoke using the sound of shop tills.

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Theme - Development - Recapitulation

Theme – Development – Recapitulation

My Diary

In readiness for a crepuscular performance I was screwing bejeweled bolts into a Frankenstein monster neck when the telephone brought a message on a silver platter, I sent a reply on a sheet of galvanised iron. June came up the stairs just after and pulled a Mallard Class A4 Pacific from her side.

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Silver Amalgam

Silver Amalgam