Tag Archives: dreams
The cat’s bollocks and other tales…..
The woolly hat pulled down around my ears efficiently protected them from the chill of the biting wind but failed miserably in filtering out the piercing cries of an enraged cat in a cage being carted off for castration. Molly, the cat in … Continue reading
Glum rock..
I confess that I had been feeling like a hound dog for some days, crying all the time. Not tears of woe but tears of fucking desperation as it had become apparent to me that my new internet server had … Continue reading
Eating outdoors at last….
Dreams have the unfortunate habit of remaining unfulfilled so it is always a delight to have one come true. As the years have passed I have learnt to keep my dreams simple so, on this cusp of summer time, the … Continue reading
Clinging on in heavy syrup….a wet dream
On most nights I have a dream and, although in my waking moments I have begun to forget everyone and everything’s name, I very often retain a clear image of some tiny fragment of each night’s unconstrained meanderings. This morning’s memory … Continue reading
Looking back over my shoulder..
I’ve become conditioned to conjure words in the quiet of the early morning, confined within the four walls of my office where, with a cup of coffee in my hand, an idea is sparked by a thought, a picture, a … Continue reading
the rhythm of thyme….
Monotony has a way of reducing dreams to ashes. We need a change from the monotone. an arrhythmic interval such as is provided by the warm rain falling on my bare feet, which protrude from beneath the awning, as I … Continue reading
I seem to have lost my cherry..
Winter days start in deep darkness and summer days in bright blankness, two versions of one and the same thing: the empty sheet of paper. I dream a lot which means that my mind has been buzzzzing all night. Sleep … Continue reading