30 August 2016

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Autopilot / sleep driving.
This is my penultimate time on this route, and for lack of attention (and checking out how badly my hair is blowing around in the wind with the top down), it comes very close to being a last route anywhere. Slamming on the brakes  and pitching forward, finishing a metre off the bumper of the little read car in front. The queue for the roundabout starts so much sooner at 8am rather than 6am.

29 August 2016

dark river 015

Further experiments in erasure art/poetry:

Night Vision

The lower heat, the two combined
Nathan had been watched,
no sugar white vision
Short, gray, something severe

Guards lowered their eyes

He was inside one person
Outside the trees, making a human being

This is the first page of a  collaboration with Sandra Davies. We both have a copy of the same book (The Dark River by John Twelve Hawks) and are working through the pages, seeing what we make of each...
Here is Sandra's page 015; and you can see the images side by side at darkrivererasure.blogspot.co.uk
With lots of nods to Tom Philips, and inspired by a discussion of work by Adam Byatt at A Fullness in Brevity

Gostegodd 004

For Prediction Fiction here
This weeks words: alpha, convulse, refulgent

Aonghasa, captain of the Knave of Dschubba, swung his feet up onto the refulgent instrument panel and leaned, grinning, far over the back of the chair; it seemed his spine would crack.

Six more orbits at this end-of-run port, and then back home for Alpha Centauri, and then a break before he hired himself and the ship out to Canopus Cruises for a lucrative but mind numbingly dull jaunt around the local galaxy tourist hotspots.

He waited for the call from Gearraid, almost convulsed with excitement at the amount of money promised for the guns in the hold.

#awakeaugust 29

I have lived here twenty eight months, and only today noticed the birds at each window. The compact little body dwarfed by the swoop of wing, the jaunty beak and the backwards staring eye. How often have I gripped their mute feathers in my palm and twisted? And how cruel that they are all inside the flat, silently pleading for the wind?

Awake August facebook page here

28 August 2016

#awakeaugust 28

The intrusiveness.
The whine, the vibrations, the buzz.
The alien against your tongue.
The sudden amplification of those sensations as the shaft bumps against another tooth in your mouth. My dentist said I should try an electric toothbrush.

27 August 2016

#awakeaugust 27

I do still have grey flat 'rock' outside my window; cracked and lined. There are three filled trenches at the junction between the kerb and the pedestrian island, and a wider one the follows the corner and the double yellow line, fresh as butter. The white stop triangle and the hatched area are eroded, the paint only speckled in places.
I am missing the stones of the Burren

26 August 2016

#awakeaugust 26

The appliquéd flowers on the hem of my sarong cast shadows on the wooden floor like leaves under a tree, dappling and pulsing in a soft breeze.

Awake August facebook page here

25 August 2016

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Between heading to the bar and waiting for the Guinness to settle, it has started to rain at my table outside the pub door. A small shower, I wrap my shawl around me and place a book over my pint and wait for the drops to pass.

24 August 2016

#awakeaugust 24

The golden days don't come so often on the Wild Atlantic way, but when they do, oh. They are the distillation of picture postcards, the sea dancing turquoise with its white frilly knickers on display for the world. The sands are warm toast and butter. the wind runs past you, queen of the sand dunes with the green marram stalks chattering and bowing towards you.

Bella stands in the waves, all lithe backbone, her mermaids tail hidden by the surf.

23 August 2016

#awakeaugust 23

Sitting chatting on the sand, each of us half in, half out of a wetsuit, in the swash. The upwash strong enough to push your legs, and in the backwash the bubbles scurry back to the sea, little creatures returning to their element.

22 August 2016

#awakeaugust 22

A Yorkshire terrier, the same colour and raggedness as the piles of seaweed washed up by the tide on Traught beach. The Atlantic waters a frigid challenge under the scudding clouds. Shrieking and cursing, four of us duck under the waves.

21 August 2016

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At the nature sanctuary, Aoife is enthusiastic and her tongue goes faster than her memory sometimes as she explains and conveys the excitement of geography, palaeontology and botany to us; exulting and bountiful in her welcoming of us to her corner of the world.

In the rain waiting for the Galway Hookers, a pale youth with dark shaved hair squints as he smokes outside the Pier Head, wishing the two visitors dancing in the puddles to be out of his corner of the world

20 August 2016

#awakeaugust 20

The salt sprayed meadow is sweet but hungry, it bites and gnaws at your ankles, though clover flowers bob innocently and fritillaries bounce obliviously

19 August 2016

#awakeaugust 19

My room looks over Copper Alley, a slender street where two people would have to be very friendly to pass. Sitting on window ledges at Darkey Kelly's, two pigeons huddle out of the rain. They've never heard the maxim "don't shit on your own doorstep"

18 August 2016

#awakeaugust 18

The shades around the old fashioned filament lights are nothing more than wire petals; some have opened and bloomed while others are still in the bud

17 August 2016

#awakeaugust 17

acid panic
there is a small bag I need to pack for my flight tomorrow
I saw it, four or five days ago when busy tidying, organising after my new office and hallway were completed
roiling frustration

I need to calm down and then it will be found, some time today
I sit in front of the white wall and type, soothed by clickety clicking

Awake August facebook page here

16 August 2016

#awakeaugust 16

satiated but guilty
the stretched ache of my stomach around
chicken saag and mushroom pullao

Awake August facebook page here
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