I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…
A happy accident, that’s what they call it When circumstances and fate align To make something wonderful A one-in-a-million chance That will never come again I left my home late one night The time and weather were right as I happened to look up at a clear sky with not a cloud to obscure the…
MC Escher (1898-1972) was a Dutch artist, who made mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs, and mezzotints. Many traditional art critics find his work ‘too intellectual’. I love his work because it’s endlessly interesting, and I sometimes think that critics have a somewhat narrow view of what can define art. He makes use of mathematical constructs, geometrical…
In my dreams I keep losing things Walking along and suddenly I realise I don’t have my handbag I did have it, but it’s like I just put it down and walked away So now I retrace my steps in panic Looking frantically for the handbag With the purse and the money and my driver’s…
The other night I watched the 2017 film of “Murder on the Orient Express”. This is not a review of that movie. It just got me thinking about an aspect of the story that younger me, reading the Agatha Christie novel and watching the earlier film, did not consider. And it’s a powerful one. There…
Take a photo and look at it And pretend for a moment That you live in the moment which you have paused so effectively With modern technology It’s not so easy, of course Now becomes then in the blink of an eye My words already speaking from the past The future waits on the other…
We spotted it in my mum’s garden. It had shiny green tinted feathers around its neck area, a grey and white head. Beautiful, as pigeons go. It was drinking from a dripping tap and having a bit of an impromptu shower. A little odd, we thought. Then it started to walk away and we noticed…
Globes of dim light hanging in space Resolve into lamps lining the quay As fog rolls in from the chilly sea Seats line the barriers facing the brine In summer time it’s good to sit And meditate on the rolling tide But now, in the night and the misty air The ocean is vanished behind…
Clumsy capering, lurching about Out of time to the music’s beat What are you doing? You call that a dance? Take care you don’t trip on your own two feet Scuffling along a concrete street Shoes clip on cracks, stumble and slip Pick up your feet! Can’t you see what comes next? You’ll break your…
“The Sandman” is a series of comics written by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by various artists. While the original comics began in the 1980s, in 2010 they were re-released in a series of ten volumes collecting the stories. “Preludes and Nocturnes” is the first of these, collecting “The Sandman” numbers 1-8. The main character is…
