Mary lay on the grass under a full, white moon. She lay there feeling like a sliver of light. Mary is too pale for the burning sun, but for the gentle, milky moon, she is just right. Mary stared at the moon without blinking. A slideshow of faces is what she anticipated, wished to see.… Continue reading Mary & the Moon
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An Old Man & a Crow
An old man sat on the step of his stoep. There was nothing to be done. His head was hanging, its bald top shining, exposed to the soon-to-be setting sun. A black crow flew in, landed, and instructed the old man to lift his head. “Take one last look at this land,” the black crow said. The… Continue reading An Old Man & a Crow
An Old Woman & a Pig
An old woman climbed a mountain with a child on her back and, trotting at her heels, a pig called Bacon and, tied to her belted waist, a bulging sack. When they got to the top the hungry old woman said “We must eat something now” and tied Bacon to a peg. The old woman… Continue reading An Old Woman & a Pig
Faffing Around
Faffing around with words and graphics lights me up. I twinkle-twinkle like a little star and stop wondering how you are. Or how I am. Or how anything is. The sun sets, the house darkens. Curtains are not closed (in my opinion, this is the only unnerving consequence of my intense absorption - I don't… Continue reading Faffing Around
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