Tag Archive: Conversation

NO EXPLANATION NECESSARY…

Jasper Johns burgled my mind. He took all the thoughts I’ve had about my ART that tumble around in my head, and said them aloud to important curators of important museums and important… Continue reading

Dear Mr President (POEM)

Originally posted on Ellie Haretuku:
It’s not real, it’s a conspiracy, it just doesn’t exist. A concept created by China to destroy the US. It’s a complete delusion and irresponsible too, To spread…

JUST KEEP GOING…

PEGGED It wasn’t what they said. Actually it was exactly that. It was not only what they said but the how of it. It was neither smart nor kind. The stolid and impassive… Continue reading

CHER…YOU THERE?

IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn’t much that comes… Continue reading

PASS THE PEAS…

PASS THE PEAS Obtuse comment from My Reader: “It is about time…!”  Personally, I had hoped that 2016 was going to be a banner year for the whole lot of us. However, it… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… Continue reading

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

BURLESQUE…

No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her… Continue reading

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start… Continue reading

ARMCHAIR CONVERSATION…

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all… Continue reading

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN…

I turned sixty-four last year…which means, by the sequential rules of maths, I will turn sixty-five this year.  My  birthday is several months away but My Reader knows and understands that the light… Continue reading

JUST PASSING BY….

OVERHEARD: two women, seated, waiting for their afternoon bus to arrive…one is knitting furiously talking to a seatmate who is watching her and has commented on her obvious talent, “….I guess I get… Continue reading