One August afternoon two children play a game Of knuckle bones against a shady garden wall. The older, Claudia, berates her little brother For cheating all the time. ‘Now Max, you must play fair!’ Young Max’s eyes well up, his bottom lip sticks out. Beneath his breath he calls his sister by a name. A [...]
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Professor Itty’s Last Lecture
Professor Dagmar Itty mopped his brow And squinted at his notes – a cryptic scrawl. He cleared his throat and in a nervous voice Addressed the overflowing lecture hall. ‘This morning’s talk should really be about Cycloidal drives and epicyclic gears, But since I’ll be retiring Friday week I thought I’d stray off topic.’ (Raucous [...]
Ode to an Idol
There he hangs on the wall of my bedroom, Incomplete, just his torso and head. And in case one dark night magic brings him to life, He’s strategically placed by the bed! Up ’til now he’s remained unresponsive To the kiss he receives every day, Yet I still find him strangely attractive, In a flat, [...]
