A PLACE FOR SIDEWAYS TRAINS OF THOUGHT
January is already in its twenties and I find I keep on getting dragged back to 2008. Only yesterday I discovered that last year was the International Year of the Frog. How did I miss that ? I don't know where or when this was decided but I can imagine the endless jokes about it being... Continue Reading →
(Listen to the poem here) “I used to have a frog,” the lady says, “which changed its colour when it sang- until one day it was eaten by the cat”. The cat itself stares at us from the corner, sitting in Egyptian style, blinking uncomfortably its blue.. no, green... red (?) eyes. ... Continue Reading →
Anonymous What a wonderful bird the frog are— When he sit, he stand almost; When he hop, he fly almost. He ain’t got no sense hardly; He ain’t got no tail hardly either. When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got—almost (From the Rattle Bag, an anthology of poetry edited by Seamus... Continue Reading →