Winter river

El Sègre, Lleida

Wassailer

Wassailer

Past the ice rink, along the high street,

the winter holidays brighten faces, arranging

card after card after card to dray out

greeting.

Rivers

pretty the atmosphere of returning hope in cup,

times running along in the companionship of shared thoughts

toward a real celebration brightening

night,

lifting

what the specific person can achieve

in moments texted out to shared distances,

shared histories of remembered exchange

along the growing path.

wildflowers

From a picture taken last summer, so--out of season just now but they'll be back! ;-)

Fields through grasses

Rosselló, Catalonia, 8 December 2019

Pear tree palimpsest

(an orchard onn the outskirts of Rosselló)

The West Country

The West Country

Fatigued before we made Roundstone, we biked back to Ballyconneely, where we stopped before we returned to Clifden. You swam and I sat in the rocks and watched or walked on the sand in search of shellfish. There was thyme somewhere near—or memory invents it. Your bare skin was a chilled Atlantic, red to the stones, white as the sky. Something went wrong with one of the bikes before the wind tried to hold us back from our Clifden refuge. But don’t you remember the wind in your hair,

your breath coming fast,

the sough of the surf,

the sound of the bicycle wheels—

Untitled

Untitled

That’s why a person

(you, I—run the pronouns here)

could use a razor blade

and

cut the outline of a second razor blade,

working carefully around the countours

on, I don’t know, kraft paper?

to precisely or precisely to

cut out a perfect outline of the model blade.

In the particular case here and now

minus several minutes

Miles is closing ‘Blue In Green’ on my

Kind of Blue CD

while the question of placement

arises.

For all that the imaginary or real

blade a person could use to cut

could be seen to cut the air now

before possibly, possibly being rested

on the table beside the support

(probably kraft paper).

Tempting to place the cut outline

centrally

as I believe Jaume Xifre does

in some of his pieces.

Place Alain Robbe-Grillet near the first cut space?

Also tempting. Alternatively

Jorge Luis Borges

(cut from photographs, drawings, even paintings)

(in either case) (in both cases).

Some penguins might then be represented.

An exacto knife (so called)

could be used instead of the razor blade. The kitchen

sink then, off, I think, to the right of the previous images,

as silence follows as it were

the CD and I (personally—see above on pronouns)

trace the outlines of

‘O joy, too high for my low style to show’,

pause, then leave it at that.

My left hand has come to rest

on my right pectoral. I look at the (silent) CD player.

Further pause, left to chin, right grasping pen.

No.