"Tomorrow Will be Beyond Imagining"

I walked across the Suspension Bridge today, having visited gair and gerald briefly. The Avon was a strong brown god, in tulle flounces of crystallized mud. The world teetered on its year's-end, but the bridge (I'm glad to say) held steady.

I see that the number for the Samaritans (printed boldly on both of Brunel's Egyptianesque piers) is 0845, not 0800 - a shame for the destitute despairing. Perhaps they let you reverse the charges?


'Solstice Eve'

Winter's pinched out the sun.

Earth, spluttering in its candlesmoke,
Rolls in her sleep
And dreams afresh.

"Tomorrow Will be Beyond Imagining"

I walked across the Suspension Bridge today, having visited gair and gerald briefly. The Avon was a strong brown god, in tulle flounces of crystallized mud. The world teetered on its year's-end, but the bridge (I'm glad to say) held steady.

I see that the number for the Samaritans (printed boldly on both of Brunel's Egyptianesque piers) is 0845, not 0800 - a shame for the destitute despairing. Perhaps they let you reverse the charges?


'Solstice Eve'

Winter's pinched out the sun.

Earth, spluttering in its candlesmoke,
Rolls in her sleep
And dreams afresh.