His afternoon bus approaches…. I can see him through the window; he’s rocking backwards and forwards… he’s biting his left hand angrily… something is upsetting his balance. I slide open the door of the mini bus and he’s looking at me, talking with his eyes. I undo his seat belt and he’s angry … I
I like scoring comedy gigs, particularly unexpectedly. Last minute in Amsterdam via facebook I get this gig with a whole crowd of other international comedians at The Comedy Café. I’m in Amsterdam as part of an 8 week comedy research tour. The gig is down town, about 7 km’s away from the hotel I’m staying
I learn you again, after long separation. Time, space — matrices that germinate knowing. My loss becomes gain after patient gestation.   Home study – is it work, or vacation? Unwanted confinement, or respite from going? You reclaim me after long separation .   Since your bar mitzvah I’ve been a way-station, A hot meal bolted, a quick
My shock diagnosis of bowel cancer got me thinking about the language around cancer. It really annoyed me. It is all-pervasive — ‘she has cancer’, ‘he has cancer’, as opposed to being contained and specific, for example, she has a cancer in her breast, he has a cancer in his prostate. Saying a person has
Sleep evades Truth invades Struggling to be set free Tortured thoughts Not for naught But who is the real me Deep below Not for show Is a person waiting to be Kept at bay Hidden away But what is the magic key Locked tight With all might Are emotions no one gets to see It