May 8th
6:23 PM
6:23 PM
Crushed
I see the crushed mango-sorbet coloured rose petals at the same time that I smell the bunches of coriander from the market stall.
6:22 PM
Underneath
Underneath the cherry tree, star pointed stems about to grow fruit, the sky opens blue and bright and everything is just beginning.
May 6th
1:21 PM
1:21 PM
Even though it is cold and grey
Bluebells brighten everywhere through overgrown grass - next to an open field, poking out near concrete or in neglected gardens. Blossoms have fallen from their branches as trees prepare to grow fruit. Sunrise shadows through the blinds at 5.23 and the swifts have returned, flying black and low over the reservoir.
1:15 PM
Kentish Town
Walking in the quiet drizzle, the gentle click-whirr of Mad’s bicycle wheels accompany us like a gentle spirit. We walk past the Ethiopian restaurant we had both been in, years before, with other people, before we knew each other. I remember how I used to temp here, at an office furniture showroom and Mad remembered Saturday nights spent with her friend staying over during his weekend counselling course, the building which has now been turned into flats.
May 4th
5:48 PM
5:48 PM
Curve
The soft smooth curve of Jake’s nose in profile makes my heart swell.
May 3rd
7:18 PM
7:18 PM
Stomach
My stomach chirrups, for a moment I look around for Yoshi.
May 2nd
1:12 PM
1:12 PM
Moonheads
Through the back door, dandelions sway in the breeze. Peeking out from the tall grass, they are moonheads, waving with their whole bodies.
1:10 PM
Thunder
In the dark, no sound but thunder. The sky cracking open, again and again, becomes all sound.
April 30th
8:29 PM
8:29 PM
Silence
In the silence…the tick tock of the clock, the push-pull-tug of the wind, the rising and falling roar of a speeding truck’s engine, the song of a blackbird.
April 29th
7:49 PM
7:49 PM
“It feels like a hug!”
Chewing on halloumi ravioli, Jake opens his mouth and widens his eyes and says “It feels like a hug!” I laugh and he laughs and he says it again and again and again.
