Susannah Bolton

please hold the line
let it loop around your finger, coiling your story

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Zeroes and ones
Not-threads and threads
Knot-threads
A pocket theory of carrying

Casting the net out: reaching, collecting, connecting, containing,

Casting on creates the space

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Refracted looping 
Undulations afoot 
And holding it all down, I glitter above the broken Shreddies 

Cold that draws the comfort from my hand is
Ungainly 
Slumping it out 
Dragging dust crumbs and hair, a shrivelled pea becomes a geological erratic
Hanging the duvet dropped the once-green boulder almost silently downstairs 

They said it would be up to seven working days for a new filter part. In the meantime, strata were laid: unwatched cornflakes pushed methodically into the carpet, gusts of loom dust hesitated
Wavering over the weight of physics. 

The luminescence held within quartz tells when the mineral last saw daylight. Defects within the crystal structure trap electrons: which Vax nozzle is best to suck these β particles out? ‘Static electricity, even the interactions of one atom with another can overpower the call of gravity.’ 

Space is very dusty. Vacuuming the vacuum, I've got a labelled bag waiting. 


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How would Nan Shepherd cope with housewifery? Would she too unload the washing machine to find the Glacier of Rosenlaui in 200 thread-count cotton?

Traversing the domestic environment, I enact geological processes by hand to feel close to what is distant, threads become sediment in a woven cliff face.