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 !!
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
Here’s a few people I keep hearing a lot about, ordinary people like you and me whom I’ve never actually met. Perhaps you have. Where did they get these names from anyway? Perhaps you can think of others. Peter Out Sally Forth Jack Shit Olive Oil Chook Poo Peat [sic] Soil Bill Number Pearly Gates [ Bill’s sister?] Catherine Wheel Phillips Head [ disclosure: I never consulted Wikipedia for any of these ] Continue reading Funny Names
I once played Godot in a high school play. It was my big moment. My first step to stage stardom. After all, I’d be playing the main character, the one the play’s named after. -Where are my lines? I said. -You have none, I was told. I grew suspicious. I once played a tree in a Xmas play. -No Lines? -You wait in the wings. You’ll get the hang of it. It sounded dubious but I hadn’t been picked for anything all year. I said I’d give it a go. On the night I was a little nervous. … Continue reading I Once Played Godot
When I was in my teens I came across a book dad had been reading About a lost explorer Called ‘Exploration Fawcett’. I was half way through when I put it down And went to do Something else. When I went to go back to it It wasn’t there. Dad couldn’t find it either. Ever since I’ve been searching For that lost book About a lost explorer. Continue reading The Search
The offhand ginger cat And the large grey rat Ambled across my path; The limp grey rat Was in the mouth of the cat Stifling a laugh Continue reading Afternoon Delight
My friend calls it ‘scum’, The fifty shades of brown that patina The glass sides Of the black coffee cup; But I call it an Abstract of Accidental Art, A ‘Blue Poles’ Of blotches and bands. Most people drink from their cup; I hold mine and study it. Continue reading Fifty Shades of Brown