Tea (from O.Pamuk)

a promise, a sign for poetry tall for a Turk later on   plexiglass panels thought he saw intense, almost instinctive dread   the empty windows everything there was to know baring tins of sunflower oil tea and medicine the high price of a glass of tea   as if two hard whacks no one(…)


Sorrow to come (from 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 (from P.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 (from C.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 (from J.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(…)