The Stolen Child
They, the Big People that is, think we’ve gone away. But we haven’t, gone away that is, we haven’t gone …
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CHESS
Chess Across the checkered plain with longing they look towards each other. He would be her King she would be …
Sonnet
Sleeping on a park bench promises things Will change for the better at dawn Because the sun clears dew and …
To all who have been disturbed in their sleep by youths search for security
On great black machines that bat flit at night these modern Draculas, swooping vampires, make lightning raids on pensioners milk …
Old Houses
Old Houses The old, old houses were leaning at crazy angles to the road. Here, no women were weaning. …
Flash Fiction One
Click on the icon. “Click on the icon.” “Icon! What icon? There’s too many!” “There! Look! I only showed you …
Who am I
Who am I, now? I am beyond the point of no return, more than half a century. I am not …
2011 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable …
The Emperor Has No Clothes
The Emperor Has No Clothes I I’m often told ‘twas a lovely day, No doubt the sun was warm the …
Activities overview
It struck me lately that I should jot down for myself a little note of what I have been doing …
