Monthly Archives: April 2008

thinking below ground

Late in the day when the whether has resolved into the done and can’t be returned for a refund, and complaining is still tiresome as teenage logic, and achievement seems like magic, I sit down here in my subterranean office … Continue reading

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Our tin ceiling when it’s finished will have cornices each pressed and cut from powder-coated tin. So shiny it will be and so exotic: I hope that doing it won’t do me in. The corners of the cornices are intricate … Continue reading

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April Green

After the April sun and wind had wrung every drop of dust from every deserted furrow clouds visited intense rain and green sprang everywhere: lush intense green riper than memory sweeter than earth bolder than promises of sweet kisses by … Continue reading

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