Archive for April, 2017

Thursday, April 20th, 2017


Five is an uncomfortable number
Although not as discomfiting as five and a half
Living in this broom cupboard has affected my sense of quantity

Wednesday, April 19th, 2017


Yes, I am touched,
but the tangible remains
one of the few things one can rely upon

Tuesday, April 18th, 2017


Today I am made of air and likely to escape from the confines of this envelope
as soon as you look at me. My attractions come and go.

Monday, April 17th, 2017


Mama, when can I have a banana? I dream of cream and sugar
and your honey-lipped kisses.

Sunday, April 16th, 2017


I am hungry, and hunger will stir from sleep even the most
determined of dreamers. A new day (story) arrives. It’s 7.00 a.m.

Saturday, April 15th, 2017


By lunch, by which time famishment engulfed me, I yearned for a bite of bread, and proceeded
to table. Limishka, as is her way, had baked. Then I napped: there was no life in me ……

Friday, April 14th, 2017


Though I am mainly a stay-at-home, in my mind
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts

Thursday, April 13th, 2017


Words they may be
but the best words
they certainly are not

Wednesday, April 12th, 2017


Facts they may not be, but entertaining they certainly are

Tuesday, April 11th, 2017


Rumours they may be, or facts, it really doesn’t make any difference