Abridged version

 

 It begins.

A whale swims past.

It ends.

Fish dress

 

 She hoped it would never wear out

Apply within

 

 I'm sure we have the right niche for you

Brick

 

 Now don't go making any rash assumptions

Niche

 

 Nice

Before the Moon became the Moon

 

 He belonged to the children, but he dreamed of the spacious sky

The Fish People

 

Just like hanging out with fish

 

The value of socks

 

 In lockdown

In the wilderness

 

"No, really, I'm pretty sure it's just a hat"

 

On reflection

 

 At first he thought it was a mirror, but now he was less sure

Time navigator

 

 Are we going forward... or back?

The Stylist

 

 He's a natural

Birdsteps

 

 Tap dancing on your cracked lino floor

A materialisation

 

 Would you like one? Let me warm up my little magic hands

Are you feeling better now?

 

"Oh yes!" the crystals told him

Rabbit and Dog

 

 A tale of static electricity

As amorphous as

 

 This old idea that's been floating around for ages

Poise in the late afternoon

Not to be attempted in windy circumstances

 

It's all going quite well

 

 Except for this wall

Ponds

 

Make you ponder

Why you're here

And not yonder

This gilded cage

 

They did not enjoy their lives of knitwear modelling, they said

 

A peacable life

 

 Let's have one right now, shall we?

Space

 

 "So, what do you think this is really about?"

Finger-eating bollards

 

 You know the drill, don't exasperate the bollards

Can you lend me some lolly

 

 To play the tiny pinny, Polly?

He told his brother

 

 "When we grow up, we're gonna form a food group"

No one is listening

 

Again

 

The wind, the wind

 

It will cut straight through you

 

Don't tell me

 

I'm sure I'll remember your name in a minute

Not in this picture

 

 A twenty-storey sandcastle

An inflatable policeman

A horse selling ice creams

A legitimate reason for attending the publication of this blog post

Nine cats and a pink satin elephant

By the prickling of my woollen ears

 

 Something is coming and it's not acrylic

A bird girl in the evening

I thought I saw her; maybe I was mistaken

They came to tell us

 

 These paper heads are really uncomfortable

 

Not all pigs

 

 And not all unicorns

Tidy times

 

 This must be one of them

Star

 

 One of these people is not a sheriff

Let's see what she brings today

 

 Did you know she goes everywhere on foot?

 

Thread

 

For thread, read continuity

 

Your decorations dear

 

 They seem a little different this year

Well-oiled machine

 

 And the ghost who maintains it

Her implausible ways

 

 This one removes wrinkles

No, not you

 

 The one on the end

 

h O O ps

 

 It was a different world then. You jumped through them for your

own amusement

Regarding the carpet

 

He says he wants to keep it

Pom pom collision

 

 Now they're calling it a merger

What they mean

 

 When they say they're going to put you on hold

These are for you

 

I just have to work out where they go

 

 

Red branch

 

That's your address, do you think you can remember it?

 

Botanical study Tuesday

 

Just making a small observation, that's all

 

On the next evening

 Witnesses saw him leave by sedan fish