Ahead of me a young man, good looking, emerges
slipping silently from behind a tall back gate.
Crosses the road and just as silently disappears behind another
... ah, but if he had, he surely would have been more furtive, more dishevelled?
Friday, 26 August 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
A need, next week, to write, not type, sets me to wondering what’s best.
I like the fine convenience of propelling pencils
but words too quickly smudge to illegible.
Asked my daughter, who recommends fine-liner felt tips,
remember that roller balls can be so smooth,
and that biros are best not the cheapest
and realise I need to go to Staples.
Monday, 22 August 2011
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Friday, 19 August 2011
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Picked up from ‘Help the Aged’
a book the blurb for which implies it’s teenage sex.
But it turns out to be multi-levelled;
much more on family and the damage they unwittingly do
and the cloying, clutching nature of a friendship based dishonestly on guilt.
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Monday, 15 August 2011
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
7th: New-made elder sister
And Flo becomes a middle child:
and forehead clear.
6th: Nine days old
skinniness of limbs,
bleared blue-grey wisdom.
mouth’s silent enunciation.
5th.: Nurture or nature
Connie so competent:
five years of parenting,
or the mix of her genes?
4th: Journey south
Clouds high, light and almost blue,
ever-present promise that the sun’s about to shine:
nevertheless there’s non-stop rain
which lasts for hours and hours.