28th February ~ a small stone

another grey Monday
one too many
the aptness of
cake for breakfast

such perfect sponge
my mouth as well be
falling back into bed

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I made red velvet cupcakes with chocolate frosting for Paul's birthday.  Totally vegan of course.  And it gives me hope.  Because it was, in my humble opinion, the best cake I've ever made. 

This morning I am bleary eyed from lack of sleep and Jake is fast recovering from his bug and is banging blocks on the table demanding my attention.  It's not quite working so now he's crying.  I don't know how much cake will be left by the end of the day.

Draw every day ~ February 28th

27th February ~ blood for a stone...

drops of food colouring
onto milk
red leeches out from red
veins from a pupil
a jug of disintegrating eyeballs

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Draw every day ~ February 27th

26th February ~ almost a lack of stones...

sitting here stoneless
I turn to my right
and see the silver birch
blushing

the markings on its bark
a weathered face
one eye open
to the sunset

Draw every day ~ February 26th

25th February ~ a small stone

our Hiroshige calendar for February
bare snow laden trees
but outside our window
the first cherry blossoms

Draw every day ~ February 25th

Draw every day ~ February 24th

24th February ~ a small stone

eyes heavy from oversleep
the smell of a sodden nappy
a small boy’s demands for juice ~

steam rising from my first cup
all will be well

Draw every day ~ February 23rd

23rd February ~ a small stone

Rain darkened trunks on an avenue
of London Planes
In dampness
the patchy bark transforms
paper to peeling skin

Draw every day ~ February 22nd

February 22nd ~ a small stone

Jake pulls cds out and pushes them back in
slide-click, slide-click
stops at Daniel Johnston (Fear Yourself)
takes it off the shelf, opens it
a smiling skull on red
"Happy there," Jake says
flips it closed
a photo of Daniel asleep in a chair
"Not happy there"
Open, giggle
Flip, pause
Open, giggle
Flip
Daniel's dishevilled hair
his ample belly
his sleeping face
shut, click.

February 21st ~ a small stone

In the garden -
a ginger tabby
in a blue collar

from this distance
I momentarily forget
the impossible.

Draw every day ~ February 21st

Draw every day ~ 20th February

February 20th ~ a small stone

Reading the Sunday papers
that romantic past time
deflated
one fashion supplement too many
when did everything become
staged Lifestyle?

February 19th ~ a small stone

on the train to Brighton
for Claire’s birthday
champagne in plastic flutes
veggie sausage rolls
a toast, a song
and within 20 minutes
“clitoris”, “hairy nipples”, “tits”, “smeg”, “arse”

Sarah says, “I do not shave my armpits, I do not shave my legs”
“Is that a poem?”
someone interjects
sparking several compositions
about shaving
and sheds

Draw every day ~ February 18th