January 2008
Vanity kills me.
It arrived in my post office box without any fanfare. I thought it may be a check, so I opened it with tender loving care. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was a holiday photograph of me. A picture can capture a moment in time, but I felt trapped in a staring contest with this particular panorama. This was not the look I remember sporting that day in December. But I have always...
arithmetic savant
This rearrangement suits me now I must confess The number one was dull and number two is best I wanna stay with you My lucky number’s two I have always had a strange attraction for numerals. Blame it on my OCD, but I have a strong connection with certain numbers. I don’t have a lucky number, but my head is swimming with numerical values. Each fraction has a special meaning that...