Maggie’s Garden
I have a thing about odd numbers; I don’t like the number 133 for example. But I don’t mind multiples …
I have a thing about odd numbers; I don’t like the number 133 for example. But I don’t mind multiples …
They say, when you have writer’s block, you should write about something you know. Well, I can honestly say, after …
Keen readers of this blog will have noticed the penchant of its author to quote song lyrics by way of …
Years ago, in the days when stuff arrived in the mail, printed on paper, I came across a very funny …
The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of …
I’ve unashamedly stolen the title of this post from Jamaica Kincaid, who, in the late 1980s, returned to the island …
Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it …
For the past 12 years or so I’ve been going to see a lovely Lebanese lady called Katy, for lovely …
A week or so ago, during what might become known as Melbourne’s ‘windy period’, when it seemed like we’d never …
All good things must come to an end. Chaucer, 1374 It is with some regret that I’ve begun to pull …