Arriving on the wind

And leaving by the same door

00:00

He may need a new battery

Street of pastel strangers

They were never here, and you never saw them

Waiting for the internet?

Perhaps you would like our support

On the count of three

Elevate your oven gloves

Too smug

 

Pull the plug

Look into this

And never mind the wrinkles

Rooftop

I suppose you've been wondering why I called you up here...

Forgot to tell you

The other day I met a kindred spirit

Trouble at the top

Nobody has ever tried to escape before

Shake

We have so much in common

Atmosphere

"If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here"

Unusual beings

Bound to come across each other some mushroom-coloured morning

Distorted, exaggerated and argumentative

But on the upside, they can both fit in the same cupboard

Step this way

For St Patrick's Day

Aero

 

A short, preliminary dance on the tarmac before take-off

An open face

Seldom closes for repairs

Sometimes you have to be stern

"I've told you before, you can't come and visit me at work"

Drycleaning

It gets sulky if no-one comes to collect it

Not joking

You could land in trouble in a hat like that

Bricks for six

A small society of brick fanciers has another steamy meeting

Ruby Waters

She does it because it's her job

Elephant and friend

Met on the internet

Stretchy

Making assumptions appears not to be an option

After lunch difficulties

Negotiating footpaths may require more concentration,
and too much concentration may result in immobility

Captured

"Do you feel like a small part in a grander design?"

No, I feel like I'm being choked by a piece of cardboard with a face"

Apple flavour

On Monday afternoons, she likes to fill her head with

the taste of illusory apples

Somewhere less sheltered

They soon understood they were in the presence of ghost umbrellas

Conversation while dancing

"Do you think there's life after the toothpaste leaves the tube?"
"Do you mean for the tube, or for the toothpaste?"

Song without sounds

A song of creaky fish and slippery ships, 

of salty lips and limes with pips

and rum balls by the pound

Meet me on St David's Day

I'll be carrying a daffodil