Awaiting the Verdict

  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

The Lady in the Glove Box

  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

  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

Funny Names

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

  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

It’s Not Money. It’s Not Sex. It’s Not Religion

that motivates this guy. Do you know what it is? Listen: “It gives me a feeling of sensual well-being. It’s so deep it catches my breath. It fills me so completely I tingle all over. It’s something I want to do morning, noon and night … It’s something money can’t buy.” Do you know what he’s talking about? I do now but it makes me question all my values. Continue reading It’s Not Money. It’s Not Sex. It’s Not Religion