Settling up with today <<<<

‘yes’ - always noticeable when reimbursed with no

The stamina of revolving doors

turning backs on the dizzy heights of
existence – out/in: equals in orbit

42/b descendent of 99 - here & 42/a is here

Blinds & Patience

parting over delay
long shade relies

on enough setting
of up chalked

marks with themselves
colourfully cracked

/I drew you in pastel hues that didn’t suit your complexion and when the snap came, it was too much to expect reliability from a sketch/

“before distance calls time…” by Glint & Fade - here

The 7 o’clock itch: scratch it and tick.

Transpiring from here

“…commonsense misses its mark when struck by the flamboyance of restraint…”

Think about commonsense on its starting blocks: ready with some sound rationalizations, to run the distance with logic. Ready, steady, think. The lavishness of possibility or the egg and spoon attitude: boiled at a price.

“…to unfasten their reflections in an attempt to lose track of their arrival…”

When you look in the mirror, who sees you?

“And yes, when you fall on hard times, you will still have brown hair and act as if you’ve lost the script...”

J: Has anyone seen my wig?
A: It’s massaging your brain.

“Bend eleven restless rulers into one…" ( transpiring from here)

In my experience rulers don’t bend that easily, but there is a technique to try. First soften your ruler with sweet talk, flattery gets you everywhere when it comes to measuring, then gradually arch over a curved surface: in the name of dimensions, of course. If that doesn’t work, crack the ruler in half on your knee; impatience may not prove anything, but if nothing else, at least it bends experience.

“…uncover that polished comic…”

Shiny humour: laughing at daylight.

“For the sake of string, tie up more laces.”

Yes, you can use string to draw boot edges together, if laces themselves are tied up, but remember, in making music with each step, not to pluck on more than you can hear.

Sidebrow

The Letters Project - Reviving the epistolary novella

Read my creative responses Halt & Hither to the work of Carrie-Sinclair Katz at Sidebrow the online & print journal dedicated to innovation and collaboration.

Strange jottings lift
overturning edges that vertically avoid
tip-toeing to sound
out white.

(When unsaid is left internally repeating, echo backs itself.)

A washed-out certainty
steps up visibility, to only seem clouded
and yet be otherwise
available.

“.. this odd illegible flaw… capsizes my vital difference…”

Using the usual blot doodling… upends a lively mixture
of p to b, where plot thins and character wilts after bailing out of the story-telling dinghy just before epilogue. On page 49 soggy prose reads: sleeveless buoyancy: a jacket for life.

Click: a lead from 9

“…simplicity swaps observation for absorption.”

Next to ease, any trade in measurement assimilates rather than scrutinises. Or: I sat down beside you whilst we exchanged and digested our vital statistics. Healthier than dissection as a way to get to know someone.


“…the rear of scandal / robs your performers / of plausible watchers...”

Rolling backwards over gossip, is similar to stealing a match from a musician who strikes you as credible, but nonetheless you’re still glad to be in the audience.


“… escorts without links and travellers / unharmed by onlookers)…”

Let me take you nowhere and see if you can spot safe & sound.


“…, apathetic weave / quarrels in the alley...”

Listless plaits perform a head strong tug of war down narrow streets bordered by velvet walls. It can only end in a headache.

During a downpour it may be possible to decant cloud dregs and save them for a sunny day.

an arrow
points the way drawn,
dividing the triangle

a finger
lifts
fusing the line of attack

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Raising a thought

Living Therein

I drew dots
that on joining
outlived their inline.

Yet this didn’t prevent
a full - point - stop recurring.

When a line lies flat:
________________

is it out of consideration
for tired words
or has it fainted?

Introduction,
the new conclusion:

Hello…

The End

I chose a string-less-pull,
a limp strand,
over forced cords.

It meant something to those
who were counting.

Taking Task

Efficiency stands anxiety up – in vain – as an uneasy
stalker systematically keeps the date unkempt.
Apparent disarray attempts to rape capability -
when all goes well, tension turns on fear for
consolation. Even so, the job gets done, under siege.