The Age of Reason*

When we were young, we wanted to grow up But none of us expected to grow old. We listened to our parents and learned from our elders And generally did as we were told… When things went wrong, we found a way To put them back together Constantly re-configuring allegiance Believing we’d been clever. The […]

Boredom and Disorder*

Lord, I am bored With this six week summer vacation An open-ended stretch of weeks With way more troughs than actual peeks, What with everyone else I know Having jobs where they choose when not to go: A day off here, a morning there, At times of rest when in need of self-care. Reaping the […]

August’s Child*

August’s Child is much neglected, This month for a birthday unwisely selected, Parents (one might speculate) Hoping for a September date… To stake a place in the new school year Ensuring the kid’s developmentally in gear, With those of us born in the summer vacation Left trailing behind under equal expectation And worse than that, […]

Teamwork *

So close- And yet, sooo far… A situation quite bizarre The inching of the summer term Like a weary, half-anaesthetised earthworm, The rise and fall of its linear form a curiously modest endeavour: Unpleasant to touch and doesn’t do much And is not, apparently, clever…. -Not that you’d really be able to see Without protracted […]

Lethiferous Lout*

Someone trashed the window Of me ol’ man’s White Van. Stoved it in proper Just because he thinks he can. Scattering crystalline shards of glass To emphasise this work of class, An act with the intention Of some kind of henchman, With a mind of the mindless Who simply don’t process That actions maketh consequence, […]

Left-Field Lady*

Dear Julie Christy, Standing to the left of me, Steppin’ and a-clappin’ Between the banter and the chattin’. I sometimes wonder just how far We’ve actually walked- It’s quite bizarre, This journey that we weekly share Without ever actually going anywhere! (-Amazing, though, the calorie-burning In between the musical learning: Walking for miles on a […]

Sexagenarian (!)*

Happy Birthday, Mr Macgregor You’re ageing well, you beggar! Your teeth, no doubt a tad behind Your ever-overactive mind; You hair, a modern mystery Long since confined to history, Leaving one and all to guess What you’ve never yet confessed… The tale of its whereabouts: Did you shave it off Or did it just fall […]