I bought some flowers for dead people.I saw them dancing in the winter breeze:the sunlight shone through cold and naked treesand showed them shiningin strange, exciting colours.They moved gracefully, in waysI had not seen before.They seemed perfect, and Icould not…
Read: Cemetery
Board games go with Christmas, don’t they? Ludo and Scrabble, not to mention Monopoly and Dixit. Gold, frankincense, myrrh and Cluedo. A shepherd did it, with a crook, in the stable. You must remember. But not chess. Too introspective, too…
I am like a watchman waiting for the morning:I stand on the hills, and in the darknessthe night is emptyformless and cold I look for the light of all mankindand look againknowing that the people who walk hereare children of the…
Read: Up and away
I know I am slowing down, but that’s my age. However, I can’t help noticing that a whole host of other things are slowing down too. Civil servants, for instance. We already knew that the function of bureaucrats was to…
Read: Slow, slow, quick – hey, wait a minute, what’s the hurry?