The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly–and true– But let a Splinter swerve– ‘Twere easier for You– To put a Current back– When Floods have slit the Hills– And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves– And trodden out the Mills– … Continue reading Possession
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of mine: I’m in a melee and I’m going nowhere. So, … Continue reading An Artist and her Bus Pass
Where has the time since my last post gone? I wonder if now I’m that old time moves in odd ways; or, rather, the way I experience time has changed? Whatever it is, this post is an attempt at some … Continue reading A Quickie
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I’ve known it was going to happen for quite some time, but I still find … Continue reading Stinging Sixties
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 