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It isn't very big, this space, just a few rooms on the 2nd floor - some books, some paintings by people I love, a little music ; couple of single beds and this window.
On and off my girls have lived here while I was… Read full post »
If you've read this far you'll have figured I'm not the sharpest pencil in the box. Bluster and bravado will do, when there's nothing else. Time to come clean : I'm an idiot.
I lost my lunchmoney, or maybe I gave it to George. When Jefferey Thompson took off Roger Ackery's… Read full post »
The light inside is kind of green ; the sound of the rain makes it difficult to hear the phone ring, and conversation impossible. Between the steady drum and the staccato on the roof… Read full post »
I seem to have arrived at a place where I no longer make sense to myself. The place others have described as "things are happening to me now".
It was a wild ride, the Making Sense ride - I wouldn't have minded if it went another round.
It's a long… Read full post »
Our two girls weren't just born they exploded forth and made it clear
that things from now be different here.
We looked, Bella, I, at each other mystified -
not Spock or Billings or anyone else we tried
prepared us for the business it became
the numerology in a simple name.… Read full post »
sometimes out of nowhere it just happens
sometimes all we need to do
sometimes it's that simple,
isn't it Read full post »
Signors&ritas, no-one is knowing what any of this is, excepting that it's about a few years in lives ... + Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill (Milan) to celebrating, & thanking ... We are much more grateful for your company is it.
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If you feel confident enough in your own abilities to leave a comment like " This is almost good," but insensitive enough to leave it on a post about bereavement, why revisit, after you promised you were leaving ? Why clog the feed with things that allow no feedback ? None… Read full post »
I'm probably writing too much - it's ok, no need to comment.
The waves are crashing into my wall,
my mother's half an hour away,
I might not get to speak to you later.
What are you doing up at 3am ?
Is there something wrong ?
Something I should know… Read full post »
If I could save a night with you I'd save the night
you turned 49 and gently took my glass.
Surprised by laughter
looked at you through clearer eyes ;
we were mirrors, we were trembling hands.
Bugger of a night for a fight but if it's a fight the wenches want ...LET THERE BE SPOILS !!!! AAARRGHHHH !!! Read full post »
... reading Robinson Crusoe as a child, abridged, a picture book.
It was voyage, shipwreck, survival, rescue. Classic themes. A boy in a bed, struggling onto sand, finding his way through jungles, up to the highest peak, looking through a spyglass, accepting his fate. This was an islan… Read full post »
I lived alone in a house deep in the woods, a long way from anywhere, anyone. I knew to be careful about things - snakes, pigs, spiders - and was never nervous. It was peaceful, quiet. It was my home.
Sitting one day on the verandah there came a sound… Read full post »
Here the trains call out and owls prowl
where children lay ;
a mixed bag this, at 5am,
not to face the morning,
or stare the nightmare down,
make a bed
as if tomorrow is another place,
as if the only place to go is sleep ;
thumb-akimbo… Read full post »
Finally my gourd arrives.
Dianaani paid top dollar to get it out of America ; I paid similar to have it gamma-rayed into Australia, but now we are together, thank gourd.
I have Anne Cutri, dianaani, Nikki Stern, a hand-typed Rumi from Rita, and I eagerly await the signed… Read full post »
So Steve next door when he wasn't here let the apartment to a Belgian chef who worked downstairs.
So the Belgian chef skipped a month's rent, and now he's yelling between Mel my neighbour on the right and Steve on the left.
His name is Louis. I get that. I have… Read full post »
I don't know how many of you saw it, but in the men's marathon just finished, at about 2 hours in there was a knot of five, with the Kenyan ( who eventually won ) just ahead.
As they passed a water stand the Tanzanian on the inside grabbed a… Read full post »
I am from
the lady in the garden
from and every meal she cooked
on a wood-fired stove in a one bedroom cottage
and I'm from the smell of charcoal in the brazier
from the sweet scent of freesias through the window when the nights grew warmer
I'm from… Read full post »
I stumbled upon - south Australia, remote.
It was empty, I was looking through the drawers.
They were empty too, but lined with newspaper.
August 8, 1952. Less than a month after I was born.
Ron came by on a quad. Check shirt, shorts, beard, blond grey hair in a… Read full post »
I loved high-jump
and Louise Kerrigan at the same time,
when I was twelve.
There were twelve pennies to a shilling.
2 could buy a cigarette, 1 a box of matches,
6 an ice-block each, 3 another day.
Inches in a foot - not mine.
Apostles, I hardly remember their… Read full post »
... dang ( nov. 2011 ~ ) just lost the first pic trying to enlarge it ...
Now I've lost all of it ( June 014 ) ...
Imagine a child walking home, seeing a ladder, and beginning to climb ... p 2-3, 4-5.
As the leaves close around, new worlds… Read full post »
Peel quarter and steam 3 beets till soft.
1/4 cup tahini.
2 spoons yoghurt or 3 silk tofu.
Salt, pepper, cinnamon, etc. Little bit of paprika.
Blend to smooth.
Lurid on anything green or yellow, or potatoes, but especially yellow squash.
Inspired by Myriad I posted this at the time you see there, 3.04 your time. It appeared for less than twenty seconds in the activity feed, not at all in new posts, and has yet to appear in recent posts pages one two three whatever.
It isn't something I intended to… Read full post »
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