great elms those elms the darkness of Europe cold and friendless and cruel
Folds
Sorrow to come (pinches of E.M.Forster)
tucking up their sleeves for hours twenty miles of view cheerful trim among the trees that and nothing else ‘in a gush’ suggestion of rain scarlet calico where no one loves him ‘I don’t die, I don’t fall in love’ roared like a millionaire one more wench new clean words bridle Harriet’s tongue(…)
A day in a thousand (pressed from Penelope Fitzgerald)
eighty-nine shirts his strong sons rows of green mountains burnt carrot powder many times folded ‘it is possible to make the world new’ those short legs cleaned of young turnips even the woodcutter such idiocies in his roomy elbow-chair pale as clay coffee, bread and butter it’s prune oven a day in a thousand convoy(…)
Back from bingo (furrows from Colm Toibin)
ÓÓÓconfidence of those roads sad attics a smile from her could be unwelcome would be dust back from Bingo Rembrandt alone never telling Noel played the tin whistle all grace notes half-forgotten now blocking the way green knit cap almost malicious blotting pad and a pen less than no money almost defiant ‘I’ll go(…)
Bosom without nipples (crimps from John O’Hara)
her own brother the best Catholic families bed-life a bosom without nipples which funeral to go to a classmate at Yale nothing in return someone from home eyes only for David L. Jenkins more than friendship sister Amy married a classmate between her shoulders without her nightgown lace, satin second floor landing helpless persons(…)
White ship (pinches of Edna O’Brien)
Son of a dentist (pinched from E.M.Forster)
too busy to leave out of hubbub cheerful little cries quivering voice an egg for Irma any taste at all half attractive, half repellent turn by the church the Protestant parts hallow lagoons son of a dentist among olives hazy green of olives curiosity and kindness thick and damp no ignoramus courtesy itself flounced out(…)
Tied with hemp (pinched from Katherine Anne Porter)
the long voyage dangling greasy rags brackish freckles with satisfied spite male and female twins equally slapped about the beggar woman had pinched her bare feet spanking dueling scars replaced by villas paved path two women live in the ruin also turning gray like a hiker avoiding it refused to take head of not(…)
A man is not a woman (pinches of Robert Lewis Stevenson)
to be just welcome even partial intimacies or God great oaks and chestnuts tied provisionally to a tree the acorns fell pattering on me not quite yet extinguished ride roughshod over a religion a man is not a woman covered with loose stories and tufts of heather peak upon peak little enough masses of(…)
Salty cheese (pressed from Amos Oz)
so cruel fleas, germs not exactly a room Adelle had not forgotten he would write pickle cucumbers, make jam a tendency to mist up a layer of sycophancy a student that’s not really a student a passing shadow Carpenter’s glue salty cheese his memories ‘cross out erred’ proletarian hammer blows hotheads and imbeciles
