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Through the glass – the junk pile

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Try cutting through glass. I know I’ve done it before – way back had to make a small piece of glass smaller – got a lie cost cutter from Sears I think – anyway it worked and so thought glass cutting – piece of cake or easy as pie or both – .

Every year we have a kind of cathartic chuck out week. During this week everyone in the local suburb starts piling up stuff on the nature strip. could be anything – small lone items like a single briefcase or mixmaster through to piles of everything domestic including the kitchen sink.

This years collective theme seems to be dead mattresses and travel gear.

People have real feelings about the piles of junk. But these can disappear instantly when as if supernaturally called a truck scavenger squawking down the street suddenly stops. Everyone turns to the spectacle of the driver picking through the pile and sometimes taking all the metal or appliances. Then in a few minutes it’s gone and your pile is suddenly a few scattered bits if wood and curtain rods or perhaps a mattress or two. Not to worry, it’s the council will send massive trucks in a few days time to clean up the bones if it.

So there I was in the shed thinking to throw out the glass – a large 12mm 1/2 in piece – already broken of course – did I find it on someone else’s pile ? Yes ! So I really can’t throw it out without doing something with it.

So naturally I thought of cutting off the broken edge .

To be continued when I figure out how.

When the mo-poke calls

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Tersiiska Tense Dark Chocolate

 

night sparks

and the tension starts

quiet – still

the mo-poke marks

the time

of the bitter night dark

Its good chocolate to take just in case. Dark tense and bitter sweet. When memories strike back, I gently push them into the compartments in the train, on tracks of memory creased into the land and  held down by the iron gravity of a slight bend in time.  The time we’re here to make our mark.

Memories start as pages nice and neat and friendly categorized. On floors on stairways and on the darkened corridors of the upper floor.  Pages and pages, but non so organised as to be in a brightened book.  But recently now in November dark, I remember things that happened, the bitter chocolate things that shouldn’t have been and for many years with tense energy I had pushed them. Pushed them again into those far flung corners of the house.  Out of site and out of everyone’s mind.  But now unfortunately those memory doors are unlocked and ghosts coming out of the cupboards with broken locks and swinging hinges.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/tersiiska/15618922691/

Story of Rope Hook and Stone

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Alone again late, Sally sat at the the laminex table in the hotel room out of I10 on the way through Texas.  It was warm outside and the sun had set some time back.  The phone rang and Sally let it ring for a bit before picking up.

‘hello’ she said.

‘Hi Sally this is John.  Just wanted to let you know I went there, you know, to that place and the cellar door at the bottom of the stairs.  Locked it was.  Couldn’t open it.  Sorry about that. Left the key there.  What do you want to do ? ‘

‘Don’t know.’ said Sally putting the phone down.

Sally sat there feeling tired.  Her face looked fine but then tears started out tracking down and fell onto the table.  She tried to think but then thoughts scattered and she fell into a sleepy lake in the moonlight outside.  An own skidded past silently but screeched down on an eel in the lake and hooked it out like a wet writhing rope with its talons. The own screeched off in the night but turned and came around low over rocks at the side of the lake.  The eel snapped at a stone as it dragged along the shore and suddenly became heavier. Stretching the eel, it suddenly ripped the stone from the earth and the own sped off into the sky. Suddenly the water of the lake felt warm and salty. Sally stood up and walked to the shore and lay down on the sand.  In the morning she woke and grabbing the keys from the table, she went to the shed and picked up the rope and drove out to the house where John had been.  Opening the door she saw a massive hook in the wall to the left, and the stairs down to the cellar at the right. Stretching the rope of the wall hook she flicked on the light and went down to the cellar door.  There was the key as John had said.  Sally tied the rope to the door and went outside again.  Grabbing the rope she remembered the eel and the stone and pulled till her back hurt and the door gave way.  Rushing back in down the stairs she saw a small rock of serpentine greenish gray on the floor just inside the cellar. She picked up the stone and felt all her troubles flow into it.  The troubles created by the stone in the heart of the man she loved.

 

Cool – including the birth of

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There’s a garden out there somewhere in between the rocks and weeds running down a 50 degree slope. I’m out there too doing the same. So great to come in collapse on the lounge and put on some Miles Davis and Gil Evans – summertime – gone – my ship – etc. very cooling ! – timeless cool from the 50s.