Tuesday, June 29, 2010
leaving three more swimming around, I swear they were laughing at me!
So you can imagine how I felt when a relaxing coffee in the garden was interrupted by gleeful shouts of “27 snails! Get me a bucket”…
Friday, May 14, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
their sex life was getting stale.
Swinging was the thing he’d said.
as his body swung in the tree.
but it was just what he deserved.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
He's the perfect gentleman, at his lady’s elbow, kind and solicitous, smiling for the crowd.
She, recalling the man she fell in love with, feels a flicker of hope.
Back home, hanging his suit in the wardrobe, he tucks his caring persona in his pocket scowling at his family.
She returns to her divorce plans.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
No matter that the sunset is a glorious blaze
It is the death of daylight.
Spilling its lifeblood into the sky.
No matter that the stars are bright.
They shed precious little light.
To illuminate the black of night.
I cannot accept this death of daytime.
The moon, a melancholy globe,
Does nothing to assuage.
I’ll mourn ‘til morn.
1933 - 2010