Strokes

Chasms are often tired,
I’ve seen them yawning,

dawn in the desert and
the sun already baking.
me,
faking out a living.

Tarantulas
doing the tarantella
me,
under the sun umbrella
watching the oasis dry.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.

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The edge of evening February 24, 2020
Under pressure February 24, 2020
One more February 24, 2020
Portholes February 23, 2020
West End true tales February 23, 2020
Off the coral cay February 23, 2020
Last train to Hades February 23, 2020
Another day in the dungeon February 22, 2020
Take what we get February 22, 2020
Finding your way out of thoughts when you’re lost in them. February 22, 2020
Tributaries February 21, 2020
Coolin’ February 20, 2020
Reels February 20, 2020
Leap year February 20, 2020
This February 19, 2020
Freeform February 19, 2020
China teapot February 19, 2020
A lack of magic February 19, 2020
Confession #56 February 18, 2020
Chance February 18, 2020
Paint job February 18, 2020
Ra February 18, 2020
Recall February 18, 2020
Evidently February 18, 2020
Bitten February 17, 2020
Freelancing February 17, 2020
Nothing is fair February 17, 2020
Agents fees February 16, 2020
Before I retire (for the night) February 15, 2020
Catapults in the crypt February 15, 2020
fifteen centimetres February 15, 2020
Love of Lowry February 14, 2020
Ripped off Van February 14, 2020
In print February 13, 2020
More than Casablanca February 13, 2020
Nearly Summer February 13, 2020
This may well indeed be a dream, and if we wake? February 13, 2020
The whistle blower February 12, 2020
Headroom February 12, 2020
Home February 11, 2020
In the aisles February 11, 2020
This day February 11, 2020
Customising the creation February 10, 2020
That place February 10, 2020
Nightime February 9, 2020
Penny arcades February 9, 2020
Off the Beaufort February 9, 2020
Really random February 9, 2020
Accessories February 8, 2020
See me February 8, 2020
Saturday init? February 8, 2020
His Lordship February 7, 2020
Watching the sailboats February 7, 2020
Strands February 7, 2020
In the diary February 6, 2020
Colouring the evening February 6, 2020
The wheel grinds February 5, 2020
Stickyback plastic February 5, 2020
Traffic February 4, 2020
Spinning the reels February 4, 2020
in loco parentis February 3, 2020
Interruptions February 3, 2020
Celestial snooker February 3, 2020
Self motivation February 3, 2020
Night train February 2, 2020
Pigeon posters February 2, 2020
Surfacing February 2, 2020
Sticking down the alphabet February 1, 2020
Thames ordinance February 1, 2020
Trampoline Tommy January 31, 2020
Not the friendliest people January 31, 2020
Up the garden path January 31, 2020
Crashes on the sand January 30, 2020
Arena January 30, 2020
Misfits or mystics? January 29, 2020
Off again January 29, 2020
Its been a long day January 28, 2020
A holiday must be on the cards January 28, 2020
I dunno January 28, 2020
Then it was Tuesday January 28, 2020
EPNS January 27, 2020
It feels like it’s Monday January 27, 2020
Hymn 224 January 26, 2020
Yardsticks January 26, 2020
Diary entry #31a January 26, 2020
Sideline Sam January 26, 2020
Millions January 25, 2020
One of seven January 25, 2020
Messiah, the Netflix fix January 25, 2020
Hiking and stuff January 24, 2020
Relax and exhale January 24, 2020
Revelationships January 24, 2020
Bearings January 23, 2020
The alternate ego January 23, 2020
As it is January 23, 2020
That moment January 22, 2020
Title not included January 22, 2020
De-clutter January 22, 2020
Dropping a red January 21, 2020
Does the baby cry because it knows? January 21, 2020