The blow to the floorboard above dislodges a cockroach to fall to where it races as my shoe aims to save its life and kick it out the door as the 3 a.m. music takes
Circle in waterCircle in water
in air, happily haphazard, the moth; in water, a narrowing circle to death – the wings lose powder and power. lifting the smudging thing is a small mercy in the pool of the world where
The hair of the fairThe hair of the fair
My lady in wisps has the smallest of lips her body’s a perfection from the nose to the tips My lady in plaits now does her own straps runs wild when she can has no
Speaking as a theistSpeaking as a theist
Ironically, the homeground advantage provided by the world which the atheist claims is the only source of knowledge is his weakness. With the physical universe as the exclusive foundation, he is limited by what he
Speaking as an atheistSpeaking as an atheist
Let’s be honest: atheists have a lot going for them. They have home ground advantage: the world, here and now, and its past, presents itself as the experience of life. Every word spoken, every emotion
The things I haven’t touchedThe things I haven’t touched
No, I haven’t touched an okapi or the Crown Jewels, but as this is written under lockdown I shall not venture anywhere beyond the confines of my property where, after thirty-seven years of living, you
THE BLOCKTHE BLOCK
When I was small the word ‘block’ meant something square. They were the blocks I played with, made of wood with raised lettering on their sides. Mention of walking round the block at first confused
Seeing Oscar in 20/20Seeing Oscar in 20/20
I want to talk to you about Oscar – it’s cheaper than visiting the pet psychologist. Oscar’s a dog…we think. When your computer freezes after being tasked to find a file, and you’re left looking
Small metal thoughtsSmall metal thoughts
I used to think that only wire coat hangers bred. Their skeletal presence hung in every clothes cupboard I opened, worst of all in the backroom where they multiplied unashamedly. I was wrong. Smaller metal
On the edge of the shutdownOn the edge of the shutdown
In my life so far, the future has always breathed. There was definite life to come, and as I walked upwind of it, the scents it bore were companionable, comforting and familiar. But how different