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The end of a fabulous two weeks.
I feel quite sad that the Olympics is over. I have spent a large part of the last two weeks staring at everything from weightlifting to synchronized rhythmic gymnastics. I missed the synchronized swimming and I’m quite upset about that. Not that I think that synchronized swimming is in any way a sport (something like…
Woman’s Day
I wondered, as I sat staring at the TV watching the Olympics, ignoring political proclamations on what the world, this country, Jacob Zuma, should be doing for women, whether we have public holidays just so that those politicians, who have so little to really add to our lives, can stand up and pontificate? These same…
Snow in Jo
It snowed yesterday in Johannesburg. My daughter sent me an excited text with photo at around 10am, and still I was pretty blasé, sipping coffee and cursing thoughtless patrons who didn’t know how to shut a door, bringing gasps of freezing air and the odd wisp of white into the shop. White polystyrene-like balls of…
It’s Monday
It’s Monday. Again. What was your day like? I seemed to float around aimlessly for part of my day. As I look back at it I wonder what I did that was worth anything? Was I a productive member of society? I can’t really say I was. I drove around a great deal. I don’t…
A Poem I Love
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket—- And you listening. A spider’s web, tense for the dew’s touch. A pail lifted, still and brimming—-mirror To tempt a first star to a tremor. Cows are going home in that lane there, looping the hedges with …
Let us always be kind in this world
“The deepest secrets in our heart of hearts is that we are writing because we love the world, and why not finally carry that secret out with our bodies into the living rooms and porches, backyards and grocery stores? Let the whole thing flower: the person, the person writing the poem. And let us always…