The Transit of Venus They will lift their pencils and angle them like life drawers, sizing up Venus against Sól with abstract sums, stiff deductions. They may see the lead and sniff at how far we have arisen. They may…
Picking daisies There was a day, early on when we stopped by the roadside to pick daisies we were delighted with this gift of the gods and with ourselves Had my impulsive ‘Look!’ been outside a shop – struck by…