I place a stone
on top of the cairn
breathless but content.
*
About writing small stones this month:
I’ve found the practice to be a four-fold challenge. First, there was the challenge of paying proper attention. Then, once I’d made a mental note of which things that day had jolted me into wakefulness, came the challenge of choosing which of them to write about. Next I had the challenge of working out what it was I wanted to say. Finally there was the challenge of choosing the words I wanted to use to say it. On most days I struggled with one or more of these challenges. On a few days, like today, I struggled with all of them. I’ve managed to write a small stone every day this month, although some of them are a bit ‘cheaty’, because the writing isn’t really observational.
Saturday, 1 February 2014
Friday, 31 January 2014
Thursday, 30th January
I was wearing this jacket
when my husband told me,
'We can't be together any more'.
It's black,
but down the lapels and around the cuffs
pastel rose buds are blooming.
when my husband told me,
'We can't be together any more'.
It's black,
but down the lapels and around the cuffs
pastel rose buds are blooming.
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Wednesday, 29th January
getting to know silence
is like peeling away
the layers of an onion
is like peeling away
the layers of an onion
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Tuesday, 28th January
flying home at dusk
heard but not seen
a skein of geese
heard but not seen
a skein of geese
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Monday, 27th January
in the copse at the back of the car park
a heap of clothing, plastic bags and fluttering silver foil
a stench that flips my guts
a realisation that flips my heart
a heap of clothing, plastic bags and fluttering silver foil
a stench that flips my guts
a realisation that flips my heart
Monday, 27 January 2014
Sunday, 26 January 2014
Saturday, 25th January
I listen to an audiobook on my phone.
The cat is perplexed by the person in my pocket.
Saturday, 25 January 2014
Friday, 24th January
Beneath the ancient abbey gate
people come and go
like snowflakes in June.
people come and go
like snowflakes in June.
Friday, 24 January 2014
Thursday, 23rd January
I enter my silent flat
the most beautiful sound
still ringing in my ears -
the laughter of friends.
the most beautiful sound
still ringing in my ears -
the laughter of friends.
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Wednesday, 22nd January
what could be rarer than
these blood-red jewels
faceted like an insect's eye
raspberries in January
these blood-red jewels
faceted like an insect's eye
raspberries in January
Wednesday, 22 January 2014
Tuesday, 21st January
on top of the wall
stalks sprout
from hummocks of moss
like pampas grass
on sand dunes
stalks sprout
from hummocks of moss
like pampas grass
on sand dunes
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
Monday, 20th January
Small stone number 1
私は日本を回してる
私は日本を回していると思う
私は本当にそう思う
Transliteration:
Watashi wa Nihon o mawashi teru
Watashi wa Nihon o mawashite iru to omou
Watashi wa hontōni sō omou
Translation:
I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
This small stone was brought to you by The Vapors and Google Translate.
Small stone number 2
today my muse
has her eyes closed
her tongue out
and her fingers in her ears
Monday, 20 January 2014
Sunday, 19th January
on the black slate floor
a chunk of white gravel
today's small stone
a chunk of white gravel
today's small stone
Sunday, 19 January 2014
Saturday, 18th January
with my tongue
I hold a piece of dark chocolate
against the roof of my mouth
and rub slowly
back and forth
back and forth
cool
smooth
bitter
sweet
HOT!
spiced chilli
Friday, 17 January 2014
Friday, 17th January
the full moon's anguished face
peeks out from a trailing veil of cloud
a runaway bride
peeks out from a trailing veil of cloud
a runaway bride
Thursday, 16 January 2014
Thursday, 16th January
today's weather report:
wet pawprints on the coffee table
Wednesday, 15th January
bindweed creeps along the washing line
reaching for one bleached blue peg
reaching for one bleached blue peg
Wednesday, 15 January 2014
Tuesday, 14th January
When the call comes I'm on my yoga mat in supta baddha konasana – supine, knees apart, soles of my feet together, with a strap holding my legs in place. I start fumbling with the buckle on the strap and there it is again; loud and insistent. I swear (unyogically), extricate myself gracelessly from the strap (doubly unyogically), and stumble across the room (triply unyogically) to answer the call – a cat on the wrong side of the door.
Tuesday, 14 January 2014
Monday, 13th January
a mysterious sound
from the damp, dark garden:
raindrops bouncing off the lid of the barbecue?
or a band of reggae mice tap dancing on steel drums?
from the damp, dark garden:
raindrops bouncing off the lid of the barbecue?
or a band of reggae mice tap dancing on steel drums?
Monday, 13 January 2014
Sunday, 12th January
a rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings
from the flat upstairs –
in the library of my mind
I trawl through the section labelled
ancient history
from the flat upstairs –
in the library of my mind
I trawl through the section labelled
ancient history
Sunday, 12 January 2014
Saturday, 11th January
from inside a tangle of branches
hugging a red brick wall
a robin sings
a love song to the sun
hugging a red brick wall
a robin sings
a love song to the sun
Saturday, 11 January 2014
Friday, 10th January
Raindrops rap a message on the window:
This is your life
and this
and this
and this –
pay attention!
This is your life
and this
and this
and this –
pay attention!
Friday, 10 January 2014
Thursday, 9th January
The sky is an ebony table.
The moon, a rice bowl
knocked over by a cat.
The moon, a rice bowl
knocked over by a cat.
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Wednesday, 8th January
this water
warming my hands
through rubber gloves
smells like a lemon grove
on a summer's evening
warming my hands
through rubber gloves
smells like a lemon grove
on a summer's evening
Wednesday, 8 January 2014
Three impressions from an evening walk
a Mother Goose moon above cobbled streets
the scent of woodsmoke
*
a stranger's smile
fills my heart with helium
*
as I walk under a streetlamp
an unseen thrush
fast-forwards the dawn
the scent of woodsmoke
*
a stranger's smile
fills my heart with helium
*
as I walk under a streetlamp
an unseen thrush
fast-forwards the dawn
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Monday, 6th January
Tiger-coated, he prowls outside the window,
broad paws padding the ground,
shoulder muscles rippling;
around his neck
a heart-shaped tag reads 'Bubbles'.
broad paws padding the ground,
shoulder muscles rippling;
around his neck
a heart-shaped tag reads 'Bubbles'.
Monday, 6 January 2014
Number two
It stands alone on the street corner, perfectly rectangular, its front door central and bright blue, its square windows evenly spaced, its roof featureless apart from a chimney at one end. A child's drawing brought to life.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
Saturday, 4th January
in a white bowl
tapestry red and parchment yellow
lighter than snowflakes
crisper than autumn leaves
petals from the last roses
I ever gave my mother
tapestry red and parchment yellow
crisper than autumn leaves
I ever gave my mother
Through the window, 6 am
against a blackboard sky
chalked with stars
a flock of gulls
chalked with stars
a flock of gulls
Friday, 3 January 2014
Work, interrupted
Bark-hiss-scratch-YOWL!
I open the door to a blast of cold air and a Van de Graaff cat.
I open the door to a blast of cold air and a Van de Graaff cat.
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Wednesday, 1st January 2014
in the winter-stripped
wind-whipped garden
a flash of colour
one red rosebud
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