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Colourful Star: July 2015
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Friday, 31 July 2015. В кухнята/In the kitchen. Adventurous light plays on vegetable surfaces,. Out to remind us, it seems, that this is the morning after. We’ve been talking as if bare, crude facts. Were nothing more than annoyances. Across the way, cleaned washing balloons. In chance wind currents and lime-green leaves. Make love a plausible topic of conversation. In the distance, a city does what it has to do. And email messages stack up to not much at all. You are paring and peeling hot peppers.
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Colourful Star: Пак друг чайник/Again another kettle
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Friday, 14 August 2015. Пак друг чайник/Again another kettle. At some point a coincidence, a joining of dots:. A red sheen as one of the specifics,. A kettle with apples and all that suggests. In the mountains I was lost. Amongst landscapes that reared and bucked. Without pretence (though easily seen that way). And then brought home. To lights that flashed beyond these blocks. Promises of my return, newly familiar scene. At this distance from where. With some hope I might belong. View my complete profile.
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Colourful Star: Нарове/Pomegranates
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Friday, 24 July 2015. Stilled ripeness behind a wall. In the Black Sea town of Sozopol . Fig jam greens refracted sea-light,. Jars stacked up on foldaway tables,. But it’s the lure of hidden fruit. That’s proving food for thought. On these staggered, staggering cobbles. And so because land ends here. In a tumble of rock, you might. Have to bear with me, back. Over a stony unadopted route. Or out along coastal defences. Cloudbursts of gulls shadow. Wakes of returning fishing boats,.
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Colourful Star: В кухнята/In the kitchen
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Friday, 31 July 2015. В кухнята/In the kitchen. Adventurous light plays on vegetable surfaces,. Out to remind us, it seems, that this is the morning after. We’ve been talking as if bare, crude facts. Were nothing more than annoyances. Across the way, cleaned washing balloons. In chance wind currents and lime-green leaves. Make love a plausible topic of conversation. In the distance, a city does what it has to do. And email messages stack up to not much at all. You are paring and peeling hot peppers.
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Colourful Star: Посред бял ден/In broad daylight
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Friday, 17 July 2015. Посред бял ден/In broad daylight. In parkland we’re lit with August sun. And afternoon strollers disperse, coalesce. Around a lily pond’s surface tessellations. It’s all coming together in so many words. And we’re taking up again conversations. Time and the geography failed to disrupt. Almost inconceivable not to be here,. With summer verging into plenitude. And shrub blossom haloing bronzes. Of those who’ve created, preserved,. Marking pathways through the trees. В кухнята/In the k...
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Colourful Star: Листак/Foliage
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Friday, 7 August 2015. A mystery of woodland, do you remember? That planned, adopted chaos of underbrush. On the route leading up to Mentmore Towers? They came out from Luton in their Ford Cortinas,. Parked on concreted turn-offs, thought. This was the height of romance, lights out,. The sunset bleeding over ploughed earth. We were brats (no other word for it),. Sneaking up out of the darkness, like extras. In Lord of the Flies. To bang on steamed windows,. Then make a run for it through convenient scrub.
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Colourful Star: Орхидеи/Orchids
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Friday, 17 July 2015. He came home with them,. On the dining room table,. My father, back from India. Or the UAE, took off. His uniform, returned to. Light through French windows. In that room, whose furniture. Pieces were like so many. Mum vased those bright flowers. They were part – I'd assume –. Of their latest negotiations. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. В кухнята/In the kitchen. Посред бял ден/In broad daylight. Рибарска приказка/A fisherman’s tale.
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Colourful Star: August 2015
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Friday, 28 August 2015. За сестри и музи/For sisters and muses. In this thickness of forest,. I might have been half done by:. You know the kind of thing –. Out of breath or off the map,. And imagining the unimaginable. Only that was what it was,. Just there, a word or two,. A phrase that spiralled out. And up and between and told. Of endlessness, a silence,. Friday, 21 August 2015. Мяста в вселената/A place in the universe. The spark of a thought is an arc. Out into slingshot space,. But we think it so.
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