depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
An erasure poem of my own drafts – Charley (Life in Portofino) calls his drafts sleeping alligators – so with a nod to his wordsmithing, this category is called ‘crocks on the rocks’
monotonous months of monochrome light drear and cold as the fifties withdrew when the sky suddenly turned a miraculous blue riding cloud nine on that very first flight where fairy pink shells were scattered in sand and hoof prints of sea horse went cantering round a rubber duck ring buoyed a salt water sprite there were buttery crab petit déjeuners a locket… Continue Reading “Being six”
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