Dave Green

@pewileman Thank you.

@DaveGreen1963 Oil is a great medium for you Dave👍

A corner I claimed as mine. Oil on paper.

Ah.

After the party Cups filled to brimming The slurry of carbonation On the mahogany washstand Slurred nouns, sweary prefixes Limbs akimbo like storm boughs On sleepy forms Somewhere in the memory-balloons Jostle skeins of song Shouted, unsynced Morn @IMcMillan

Morning commute. Occasionally a gift arrives.

Even in the afternoon the sky flares. Local woods. Oil on paper.

Child 3 The following item Contains dangerous activity Or flashing lights He’s in the back of a car Uninsured for international travel Eating snacks Or on a train roof Weaving points In a monsoon haze Even in a busy street He ducks peril Lands on his feet Morn @IMcMillan

@saboravelli Yes, a memory, certainly, thanks.

@DaveGreen1963 There’s a raw honesty in this piece …light pushing through foliage, shadows left unresolved, and just enough warmth at the edge to suggest presence rather than spectacle. It feels les like a scene and more like a memory forming in real time.

A strange gloaming light, local woods. Oil on paper.

@reacctionary @kidcobbler @perfectrose2011 In 3? You’re a better man than I.

@DaveGreen1963 @kidcobbler @perfectrose2011 Wordle 1,669 3/6 Today's gives food for thought... ⬛⬛🟨⬛⬛ ⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

@kidcobbler @reacctionary In a very quick game today, surprised myself in row two with such a random placement of the one yellow tile from row 1 which was the first letter in row 2. Wordle 1,668 3/6 ⬜⬜⬜⬜🟨 🟩🟩🟩🟩⬜ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

@kidcobbler @perfectrose2011 @reacctionary I don’t think it’s a proper word. Did it in 5.

@perfectrose2011 @reacctionary "..fast gangs"!!! I meant "...fast games", of course. 😂

Early stroll. The sky has a flannel over its face. A blackbird’s alarm call rattles the morning. That upside-down yogurt pot looks like an alien spacecraft. A bloke and I exchange raised thumbs. I blow my nose like the foghorn of a ship passing Girvan.

What is it that binds us? Greatness can be looked up In the folds of tired hearts The small gestures of love Life’s measurable arts More dead than living Mobs of altruistic blanks In their drab pinnies and caps Turning backs on our thanks Morn @IMcMillan

Early stroll. I imagine I am walking vertically, not horizontally. A half-eaten apple next to a fallen leaf. The breeze wrestles with the still air. A man carrie’s a tray of loaves from a van. An empty settee in a bright room.

Things seen on a stroll.

After the shock They’ll ask me what I did Amongst the craters and dust Ashes of our cosy world Sailing on toxic breezes Waves of nausea I’ll live in a train tunnel Use perspective to push Away all the mistakes we made Like the flywheel, piston, Autocracy, trade M @IMcMillan

Early stroll. A small frostscape on a parked car’s roof. Someone walks in parallel to me at the other side of the road. Thin hesitant rain/sleet starts, stops, restarts. A blackbird hops like a shadow puppet. A leaning fence representing impermanence.

Fissure. Oil on paper.

Sunday Watching the tide dry Suck up all those eels Breakers breaking groynes Oystercatchers tooting Curlews fluting The lost hours floating away Like my hat the sea grabbed Gold leaf on the rotten kelp Estuary embers at the edges Headless swans Morn @IMcMillan

@Hazzreid In good humour I hope. It’s nice that you like one of them. My work on this earth is done.

@DaveGreen1963 I'm not sure how to take your comments tbh!

A possible way ahead. Oil washes on paper.