The sign at the
Supermarket
checkout proudly
said “new winners
every day”,
which is a much
better deal than
we all get at
the Life checkout.
Tag: History
Dustbin
I am as
certain of the
non-existence
of a god
as I am of the
non-existence
of mermaids,
werewolves,
goblins,
yowies,
easter bunnies,
pixies,
bunyips,
jack frost,
unicorns,
yetis,
tooth fairies,
minotaur,
leprechauns,
father xmas,
nessie,
gorgons,
poltergeists,
dragons,
aliens,
and ghosts.
Payment due
Writing a
memoir is
a life’s work.
It has to
be earned
by the lines
of your face,
the wrinkles
of your hands,
the night fears
of your sleep,
the weariness
of your brain,
the failing of
your body,
and finished
just in time.
Philatelic thoughts
Sometimes,
when I am
sorting my old
English
postage
stamps,
I wonder if
this one or
that one was
a stamp my
great great
grandfather
might have
used.
Seasons
Plumes of smoke
on a cold
Winter’s day
bring thoughts
of warmth and
community
and human
busyness and
achievement.
Plumes of smoke
on a hot
Summer’s day
bring thoughts
of destruction
and terror
and loss and
anger and
failure.
Mine
I wonder what
he was thinking,
that first man
who chewed a
mouthful of
pigment and
then blew it
over his hand
pressed tight
against the wall
of a cave?
Look through any window
Whether I am
seven and
a half or
seventy
five, the I
who looks out
of my window
is the same I,
no matter how
he appears to
those looking in.
Brave new world
If you think after
Coronavirus,
corporations
will stop
exploiting
workers,
will stop
trashing
the world,
will stop
supporting
wars,
will stop
buying
elections,
will start
paying
taxes,
you’re living
in a parallel
universe.
We are all Pythagoreans
Have I gone through
more than
half a century
with “the square on
the hypotenuse
of a right-angled
triangle is
equal to the sum
of the squares
on the other
two sides” stuck
in my brain?
Has the whole
human race gone
through twenty five
centuries
sharing the same
ear worm?
You must remember this
Sometimes I
meet someone
from my past
who tells me
something I didn’t
know about
a common friend,
or enemy,
or event,
that completely
alters my
memory of
that person
or history.
Are all of
my memories
fungible?
