Celery soup

 I like the silence of a wooden spatula

stirring onions, celery, spuds and small-chopped fennel

in melted butter. 

Live Throwing Copper in the background

Spirals in the mind

Binge-watching multiple episodes

of a subtitled  detective series

I fool myself into thinking I can speak French.

.

Efficiency rating

How efficient is snow

Straight down, fined to near-invisibility

deposits, in just minutes

inches - three or four - on top of cars. 

Soft-sludged to translucent

snow on ice on duckweed

colour of a much-hated 'tonic'

forced upon me when I was a child

On my way to buy a paper #99

 Late up, late out and lighter

Musing on the character of a character

Knowing her outgoing, loving and giving

I realise she's a Friday child

Add mercy

And have the title of my yet-to-be begun novel.

These days

These days

we kiss when we coincide in the kitchen

On my way to buy a morning paper #98

Mist over the river diverted me to the golf-course path

to see stereotypical stripes of gentle white 

interspersed with Paynes grey tops of trees and distant hills;

wind blades still.

On my way to buy a morning paper #97

From number three to number six
Holywell Green
the road is wet/dry scalloped
where precipitation failed to penetrate
the trees.

On my way to buy a morning paper #96

A discarded latex glove
and my mind flips between
man who manages five times a night
and close-coupled gang-bang.

Unflaming June

Another morning
waiting for the weather to be coloured in .

On my way to buy a morning paper #95

Saw a metaphor for the sadness of my MC :

 the sudden wrongness of a never-gonna-fly-again, rain-clogged feather