Archive for May, 2012

Thursday, May 31st, 2012


Nothing much to say today –

The month of May is disappearing as I write this

When will it be our month? Ever?

Wednesday, May 30th, 2012


Dear May Flower,

It is not unusual for confession to follow confusion, for despair to follow delight, or for turtles to turn out to be tortoises. The pants, if that is what they are, leave me breathless. And in a rather self-conscious non sequitur, the mountain one is faced with has all the characteristics of the lunar landscape.

Yours in the shape of Martha of the Minstrels,

“The Exception That Proves The Rule”

Tuesday, May 29th, 2012


If the manager of the local supermarket has his way you may soon be making tea and doing some photocopying.

May you turn down the offer of boundless ice. May you accept the challenge of stars blanketing an endless heaven.

Monday, May 28th, 2012


May you turn the page and discover solace in the shade of an ageing almond tree. May you discover hope refusing to be abandoned after having abandoned hope.

Sunday, May 27th, 2012





repair broken apparatus


apologize again

Saturday, May 26th, 2012




open conduit

pass by

wash frocks

exchange fluids

alter length

patch pants

repair entrance

substitute one for the other

fix pipe

widen aperture

scrub socks

lubricate outer edges

disinfect danger zones

wear underwear


Friday, May 25th, 2012


If the manager of the local supermarket has his way you may soon be moving rubbish from one location to another.

May you turn one corner into a lagoon of dragonflies and another into the welcoming arms of a platoon of lambs.

Thursday, May 24th, 2012


May you turn into the flesh-covered protagonist of myth. May you explode on to the scene in all your fire.

If the manager of the local supermarket has his way you may soon be filling his shelves.

May you turn the eyes of monsters into gems of the most serene. May you envelope our remaining days in your dreamless sleep.

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012


Dear Mr. Feld,

Thank you for your demonstration of what academics call The Protean Method. I have learned a lot from your example, most of which has proven to be unusable and all of which has left me feeling desolate. After much careful consideration I have come to the conclusion that I am not you, and never have been and never will be.

Yours in the shape of an Inca love,

“The Frowning One”

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012


I am feeling romantic at the moment

but can’t remember why. Who comes a’calling

at this hour of the day? Candle-

light distorts the features, but you are

quite handsome in the circumstances.