iii. Three Consecutive Notebook Entries





c. Bran Sands.
More a wet silt.
There's rubbish
for Adam to collect
half submerged under a sweat of oil,
like culture, he says.

I found a chain
like an angler fish's jawbone,
Adam's lured by,
Adam rescues,
glass, bits of bottle,
worn against waves
on the rocks,
seeded between layers -
water and earth.