A friend of mine says ( Read more... )

We go for a walk in the park, my love and I. (I should call him my partner, but doesn’t it sound dull?) A little argument ensues because I don’t want to walk on the paved path having to jump out of the way of ruthless bike riders with their startling cries of, On your left! On your left, damn it! every five minutes. I want to walk on the trodden ( Read more... )

Sue Goldish had plums last year and I had none. A cold snap prevailed while my plum tree was in bloom, and there were no bees to pollinate the flowers. I had no pears either last year, same reason ( Read more... )

All distractions fail me ( Read more... )

I would be looking at your face ( Read more... )

I have a sleepless night once in a while ( Read more... )

My accountant is a woman with the face and body of a bulldog ( Read more... )

Two halves at full contact make a black hole ( Read more... )

I have a son ( Read more... )

Driving to the river park to go hiking I imagine that all the people I see are my projections, unacknowledged, repressed or discarded fragments of myself ( Read more... )