Spinning in infinity i said hey, Hallelujah

there's a bit going on here, but your invited.

noisette

entre les repas

treetripforest

greeneries

train trip

itsallhotair

This is a home-coming of sorts.

Yesterday I arrived.
Waiting at the airport -

got through too fast...was there something we forgot to do?

Wandering through customs looking dazed and all of a sudden we were under a sign that said 'Arrivals'. And we were free.
Tris - getting drinks.
Me – waiting with the bags. Looking for Mum and Dad.
Slow stream of people milling around and moving through the terminal.

They wont be carrying bags, or dragging heavy suitcases.
Ignore those figures which are.
Dad will be taller, with broad shoulders - somewhat coat created shoulders. Never takes off his coat unless completely necessary. Temperature in the airport: not hot – coat will be on.
Mum will have short brown, no silver, hair, cut like some of the more stylish Parisian women and she will be wearing the coat from New Zeland

No – not them- both wearing coats but they have bags.

Not those two either – they have a toddler.

Not them. Though the height difference is about right.

Wait.

His shoulders wide but thinner than before.
She has cropped hair, but its shorter, more stylish than remembered from the photos. The coat is right. No one else would have that coat.

That’s them. It is. It’s them.

They are quite far - walking towards me.

I’ll meet them half way, yes,

walking now.

YES! It is definitely them.

They haven’t seen me yet, almost. There! Mum rushes forward and Dad stands back, but smiles and clasps his gloved hands and waits.

22 days until Paris

Rappaccini! Rappaccini! And this is the upshot of your experiment?

we sat in the hallway

Not so long ago i went to a party with some friends.
They were new friends.
Now they are just friends.
Hopefully one day they will be old friends.

The party was the house warming of another friend i've know forever.
There were lots of people there that i'd ever met before and some whom i'd know and known and known.
It was a nice party but i didn't stay long.

we called a cab that didn't come.
so we called another and waited in the hallway, on the ground. i went outside to see if the cab was there - it was getting late and we didn't want to have to call another one.
i looked back into the hallway and saw that my new friends were speaking to my old friends. i didn't go back in. i stayed outside and waited.

this is a fragment

partly to hide his poetry from his father.

go-loudly

this is what jess told me.

i had to catch a plane the other day.
i was coming home.
my friend jess was on the same flight but we were late checking in and we had to sit apart. we were three rows away from each other, it doesn't sound like much but on the plane going through strong winds, at night, over the ocean, it really was.
i could just see the top of her head.

when we got to sydney it was dark and people pushed to get in front a the baggage-claim-sushi-train. jess told me she had been sitting next to an older couple. she called them old but when i saw them i told her they were just older. she said they were talking about their other partners and she thought they were having an affair. he was tall and bald. she was short and plump. apparently they were really happy, and in love. jess said they kept kissing. really loudly. and that they were all hands.

i think they saw me looking at them.
i was looking at their hands.

they left separately.

these are memories and other.

Symphony in Blues

pointless - les point

i had a dream that my brother was an outlaw and that he was on the run.

He'd just returned home after a while away and didn't know that he was in trouble or that there was a bounty on his head.
I didn't know how much that bounty was but the number was so big that no one would mention it out loud.

Mum and dad were really poor. They had gone to try and nick stuff for the house. My mum looked at her prospective belongings with the discerning eye of a someone with a lot more choice.

the majority of the dream was spent working out codes to use in letters to my brother. and where to hide the codes in my house, which was my old house, the house thats sold.

dad kept saying 'i can't believe this all started over some car chase'

then i woke up and it was all a dream

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this worries me.

happy?

my camera broke.
and i had to give the good one back to work.
but my lovely mother gave me an old one of hers.
the screen is cracked and only glows white so you can't see the photos you've taken till they're on your computer. and when you turn the thing on you have to flick menu button and then bang it on the side before lens opens up. i love it.

so
this is what has been my lately, lately.








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