My muse is big and hairy

Lenny Katt has decided that he is my muse. Of late, he has decided to sit behind me on the couch while I write. Very recently, he has taken to putting a paw on my shoulder, as if in reassurance. Over the past week, he has even started grooming my hair. When I tell him […]

Carol Ann Duffy, Richard III, making and re-making

Carol Ann Duffy is the Poet Laureate of Britain. She was born in Scotland. Here is her poem written on the day after the Scottish referendum, last September. Subtitle:┬áTha gaol agam ort. Here is Benedict Cumberbatch reading her poem for the re-interment of Richard III. Sorry for the long links; I’ll fix them later. […]


1. A college friend who lives on a farm with her wife & makes bath & body stuff with organics sent me some test lotions with rose stuff. Mmmm. 2. The kid’s father supervised her rocking new haircut. Well done, Ex-Mister! 3. The kid and I planted freesia bulbs last year, and up they came, […]

hail and farewell

History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always – eventually – manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has […]