Like limpets They cling To the pylons Of my mind: These pressures & attachments; Swim off When I’m At peace. Continue reading Limpets
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
Some stories fit into a short story format as snugly as a handkerchief into a pocket while others, more bulky, must be pressed, carefully arranged and cajoled into layers of a novel like clothes in a suitcase. Continue reading Some Stories
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