Very often I find stuff in my pockets. Usually it's receipts or old tickets. Sometimes I extract a crumpled piece of paper I can no longer decipher but which I know is a now unidentifiable idea which I tried to jot down while tripping over a dog or avoiding a motorcycle. There are pockets in... Continue Reading →
Sideways Anti-Aging Formula (Free !)
This post is for people who have already grown as old as they want to be. As a result they don’t react as positively to questions about their age as the five-year old in the poem and sometimes can become extremely glum. Some people seem to go actively looking for this kind of reaction. They... Continue Reading →
The Poemarium (2)
Which of you owns that red moon, children ? That is the entirety of a poem by Kobayashi Issa. It has the magic of successful haiku. It makes a pinpoint in the wall surrounding us and lets in a flood of surprising images and thoughts. I by now have my own story sprung by these few... Continue Reading →