The Step Sweeper
We have outside steps at our house in Poland. We sweep them occasionally.
Then and Than
I like this poem. And it worked.
The Sink Plunger
March 2020: The girls and I were in a camper van in Sicily. Ania was on a cross country cycle ride with a group of bloggers. One day later Italy was hit by the first Covid panic. Several of Ania’s co-cyclists were stuck in Italy unable to return home. We rushed north and just got out in time.
Nuts
I wrote this to complete the structure of my book, Lifehacks, and it turned out to be the most popular poem in the whole thing..
Coffee, Pinecones and a Toothbrush
This was a wife-challenge. We were on top of a mountain in southern Europe, running from Covid 19. Ania came out of the bathroom, glanced at the breakfast table and out of the window.
“Can you do me a poem about coffee, – or pinecones, – erm, or a toothbrush?”
But, you know – one thing leads to another. . .
The Coconut
Zoe asked me for a coconut poem. I wrote the first verse and she seemed happy with that. But then my mind wandered back to the wretched experiences of getting that gorgeous white meat out of the shell . . .
War and Peace
The third of three essays I wrote in Chile 2023 to clarify my thoughts. I think patriotism was and will be the last unquestionable faith whose validity I have discarded.
Funny really, because GBS had done so long before.
Life the Universe and Everything
The second of three essays I wrote in early 2023 to get my ideas straight on a few things.
This is a biggish subject, The title is a nod to the genius of Douglas Adams.
Religion
The first of three essays I wrote in early 2023
Scar Tissue
More of a short story than an essay. But there you go.
