APPENDIX The idea was to write a poem on non-existence. After much pondering, a black page – a representation of nothingness – is all I could come up with. Lazy? Obvious? Here’s a thought: “if non-being is nothingness, does it mean that being is everything? (What is everything?)” Months later I found an uncanny connection […]

An exchange of messages. It had something of the poetic, so I tried to do it justice: He’s sleeping I think.The puppy whines. The hot drinkWill have to wait, it’s timeFor morning jobs, in morning frostReturned, a first perhapsFor Lola, quick-stepping on the path,Adjusting the dial of her scentTo colder ways. The raysOf autumnal sun, […]