Look at that hedonist On the bin, the golden sun massaging Her ginger rump Continue reading Hedonist
Like limpets They cling To the pylons Of my mind: These pressures & attachments; Swim off When I’m At peace. Continue reading Limpets
From across the room my eyeball Eyeballed me on the 10 inch screen, It’s tracery of veins A network of canals, the orange-red sphere A red planet With a bright yellow centre. Now, said the ophthalmologist, Pointing out the dark smudges across its surface Let’s look for signs of cataracts And macular degeneration. She eyed my eyeball closely. I sat forward and awaited the verdict. Continue reading Awaiting the Verdict
I ordered an egg and bacon muffin from the Muffin Break. With coffee it came to $8.50. I handed over $20 and was given $14 change. My initial reaction was to take the money and run but my conscience kicked in and I pointed out the discrepancy. The young assistant had to think about it for a minute while the manager tut-tutted and glared at her. She made a dog’s breakfast over giving me the correct change. I hope my honesty didn’t do someone out of a job. Continue reading Why Dishonesty is sometimes a Good Policy
Like an archaeologist I sifted through the layers in the back seat of the car the cargo pants, cords and jackets the beanies and scarves from last winter and there it was at the very bottom where the sunlight never reaches —- the expensive blue woollen jumper I hadn’t seen for years. Continue reading And There It Was !!
When I wait for her to do a spot of shopping I wait in it. When she’s getting ready to go out, I wait in it too, the sun like a lamp., with my stash of magazines: New Yorkers, National Geographics and that lady in the glove box, Olive Kitteridge. It is my loo, my library, my study, My five-seated reading room, My Chapman’s Homer. My car really takes me places. Continue reading The Lady in the Glove Box
Trains of thought do not require a ticket Nor do they have timetables. They almost always pull in when you are busy doing something else. When travelling on a train of thought It is good to put away Your kindles and mobiles and pay attention To the journey. Trains of thought do not require coal Or electricity. Trains of thought run on the fuel of pure Imagination of which there are endless reserves. Continue reading Trains of Thought