Possession
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly--and true-- But let a Splinter swerve-- 'Twere easier for You--To put a Current back-- When Floods have slit the Hills-- And scooped a…
An Artist and her Bus Pass
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of…
A Quickie
Where has the time since my last post gone? I wonder if now I'm that old time moves in odd ways; or, rather, the way I experience time has changed?…
Stinging Sixties
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I've known it was going…