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Yes, I have an only child and it’s fine, really
Yes, I have an only child and it’s fine, really.
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Drover’s Dog, Amsterdam
We went over to the Australian cafe Drover’s Dog for breakfast with our friends. It has a nice laid-back vibe. I could see myself reading the papers in a corner sipping a mug of coffee, the place is great to meet folks as well – warm wood interiors, soft and natural light and lots of…
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Leaves – A Ghazal
It is August. Soon we will be in Autumn – Fall. I like the manner in which fall as a word rolls inside the mouth, in the end making the tongue meet the roof of your mouth. For that reason and a few other. Leaves – A Ghazal What eats you from inside gradually…
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Flowers and the bees
The joys of Amstel Park, where Bambi and I often spend hours. He hates the bees and loves the flowers, how ironical, how can one exist without the other. In the park they have a toy train that goes inside what we like to call “the deep dark woods” (a nod to Julia Donaldson). We…
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My heart is a firework
I have so much love in my heart I could drown the dining table and chairs in it They would float around the room wobbling, bobbing, from there to there I have so much love in my heart I am tossing you buoys Here, hold on, saturate in my desire for me I have…
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Conversations About Home (at a deportation centre) – Warsan Shire and Ugly
Poem: “Conversations About Home (at a deportation centre)” Poet: Warsan Shire Well, I think home spat me out, the blackouts and curfews like tongue against loose tooth. God, do you know how difficult it is, to talk about the day your own city dragged you by the hair, past the old prison, past the school…
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Jilted – Sylvia Plath
Poem: “Jilted” Poet: Sylvia Plath My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon. While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart,…
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This Is Just To Say – William Carlos Williams
Poem: “This Is Just To Say” Poet: William Carlos Williams, 1883 – 1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold Why this poem (in one line): I first read this poem as part of my…
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The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
Poem: “The Fish” Poet: Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 – 1979 I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and…
