Tea (furrows from Orhan 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 (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(…)


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(…)