Welcome to April, perfect month for cardigans! Warm, comforting sunshine and cool wind make for ideal layering weather, provided of course that you sit at exactly the right angle and rotate every half hour or so. Gotta get that combination just right. Cosied up in my cardigan, I am most disappointed to discover that InternationalContinue reading “Cardigans and the liberation of a sexy raincoat”
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Aftermath
Close your eyes and remember. The angelic blue of her eyes as she stares at the ceiling, wondering The soft scrabble of her searching fingers on my face The lingering life beneath my helpless hands The love that has no equal. Close your eyes and hold it, grip it, seize it, keep it, lock itContinue reading “Aftermath”
Scraps
There was something uniquely depressing about that moment in May, when I pulled the little pile of paper scraps out of the mail bag. It was Mum’s 70th birthday. For about a year now, her resolutely advancing Parkinson’s has grown grimly evident, in every aspect of her physical and mental existence. Simple movements, eating, drinking, evenContinue reading “Scraps”
Billy
Billy Joel was 43 when he graduated from his high school, having submitted the requisite essays to the school’s examinations board, in lieu of an English exam he missed as a teenager. I wonder why he wrote those essays? He was by then, and still is, one of the best-selling singer-songwriters of all time. HeContinue reading “Billy”
Wine cricket
I went to the Co-Op for bread. I punched that damn bread so hard that my fist went through one side of the loaf and out of the other. A woman stared at me and I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I had a loaf of bread around my wrist, I didn’t care about herContinue reading “Wine cricket”
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