The Next Adventure: Being Old

Dear kind man

Who helped me when I was 11 years old and

not speaking a word, not a single word, to anybody

because it would have been a German word

and then they would kill me, said the boy from my orphanage

Who was bald

because they shaved his … Read more

EXERPT from “THE ADVENTURES OF GOLYGA”

THE ASH-BREATHING DRAGON, PART 3

We were about to see the large dragon amble off into the sunset when lo!—a great crane came along and said to him: 

Hey, ash-breather. No need to go searching for Lillykins to tell your tale. She’s kind of busy, anyway. Why not tell it … Read more

EXERPT from “THE ADVENTURES OF GOLYGA”

THE ASH-BREATHING DRAGON PART 2

Once upon a time, there was a very strange sight to be seen, standing in the path of our dear Lillykins. It was that old ash-breathing dragon we have met before and he was not a happy ash-breather, either. What with one thing and another, … Read more

The Next Adventure: Being Old

On my last day in Reykjavik, I shopped for some little gifts. One of them was a card with two pencils 

attached which were in the shape of walking sticks. The card said something about getting old and wise.

I said to the woman behind the counter: Well, I know … Read more

The Next Adventure: Being Old

I am a Force
As fierce as a storm
Blowing away the debris
Left by rotting Egos
Attached to little dreams
And wreaking death
Wherever they alight
Devouring and destroying
And moving on.

I am a Force
Not yet applied
For fear of wreaking havoc
But havoc has been wreaked… Read more

EXERPT from “THE ADVENTURES OF GOLYGA”

LILLYKINS AND THE ASH-BREATHING DRAGON

We left Lillykins standing, facing a dragon of strange habits: the breathing of ashes. Whatever, said Lillykins to herself, should I make of this? And can I simply ask the creature what it’s doing and why?

The dragon, meantime, was observing Lillykins with equal fascination. … Read more

The Next Adventure: Being Old

“NO NIP, NO TUCK“

Grey speckled crown
Brown spotted wrinkles
Beak, ever-growing

Turkey neck warbling
Underarms wafting
Midriff creeping
Feet expanding

And all the time, ears sagging
Under the weight of moaning old friends.

And then, one evening
A bright and shiny young thing
In a night club filled with … Read more

The Next Adventure: Being Old

I’m Croning

                        excerpt from my book “Journey”

Don’t bother me with matching threads and buttons
with make-up, manicures or polished silver,
no time for cooking casseroles and sit-down dinner guests
I’m busy, croning.

The dandelions are pretty, are they not?
The hedge is rampant, full of birds
they’re watching me… Read more

Happy Mother on Mother’s Day

White Woman on a High Horse

When I was writing scripts for the “Mr. Dressup” show, our budget allowed for 1 guest every two shows. Or you could, occasionally, have 2 guests and then write 3 shows without any.

For one such 2 guest-splurges I wrote a dramatization of an indigenous story to be performed by … Read more