There is no region on earth less desirable than the cold borders of a fried egg. How those crusted edges can exist so far from their sunny centre God only knows, but humans should never
Month: February 2020
In praise of invigilationIn praise of invigilation
(Written after an article decrying the task was put up on the staffroom noticeboard) We have recently read of the trials of invigilation loaded with a heap of righteous indignation and it’s about time we
When the lights go outWhen the lights go out
In comfort of rooms lit with white the people move together and apart to talk pleasure and sense in the evening’s company. But when the lights go out breath fractures, words die and anxiety spreads
An English teacher invigilates in an Afrikaans classroomAn English teacher invigilates in an Afrikaans classroom
(While invigilating and seeing a poster of Soogdiere – mammals ) Glossary- to be read before commencing the poem. maanhaarwolf – aardwolf ysbeer – polar bear kameelperd – giraffe ystervark – porcupine rolystervark
Being a birdBeing a bird
Evolutionists are in two minds about birds: one contends they developed from the ground up (theropods), the other from the air down (microraptors). Something they do agree about, however, is that the lightness of a
Turning the sign aroundTurning the sign around
Bought for a song was the word which went around when Sunrise Properties acquired a mansion-that-was and, using all the tricks of the bricks, transformed it into their flagship office. Within, though, all was not
At your own riskAt your own risk
I looked up to signs when I was small. They were tall and spoke definite words “Trespassers will be prosecuted” with a Skull and Crossbones in attendance. But one held my attention longer than any
Car of DreamsCar of Dreams
I don’t know much about cars: to drive one you don’t have to, something I used to feel a little ashamed about until the language spoken under the bonnet changed to computer talk and excluded
How it endedHow it ended
Frances Holgage gave blood for the last time in the winter of 2007. She did not know this at the time. “I see you’re up to 92 units,” said the man as he checked her
The fires of my youthThe fires of my youth
When I was young we were not allowed fires, just as we aren’t now, but we had them. My mother was the burner. She was the gardener, too, and had to dispose of the large