Brunel’s Butt’ry Sanwidge Shoppe
Relatively cold, this breezesome morning – bracing.
Tag: harbourside
A Poetry Reading
A live reading of “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon” & “A List Of Things I Noticed At The Harbour”.
Day 8
The shimmershine of sweat shed through their painted, perfumed canvas caught the glist’ning glare of Horus ‘fore it soaked the linen veil that cloaked the contour-lines that led below their naveled peaks ‘n met between their thighs.
Day 2
The girl knelt and stared at the grains, all gathered, of the hot, compacted sand, lowering her right hand slowly t’ward its canvas-surface.
Sunrise – Day 1
Sunrise, then, o’er the city of the sceptre; dawn about the fort upon the chasm.
A Ballad Here On Wapping Wharf
Upon the breeze, life’s sounds did sail; the people pottered past.
Shimmershine
“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
A Scene, Translated
Breeze breaks in laughter loosed; kuhllainkkinkcnk sothairyugoe! hahihihihihuh hyeh-uh?!
william altoft 