look – really look

I will be 80 this year here in my flat only a mile and a half from where I was born. I have tried to lead by example, by plunging my narrow balcony into the principality of hanging gardens. Concrete is brutal. It needs softening. Plants should have dominion. We breakfast amidst the crisp verdureContinue reading “look – really look”

Literal Update

10 hours ago I must remember to tell everyone about this banana. Post. 4 hours ago Dumplings! Post. a few seconds ago Now, finished my poem!! Post. — Yesterday evening I read this post, 7 Ways to be Insufferable on Facebook. Ohmyme! Guilty, of all seven misdemeanours, I am quite certain. The post made meContinue reading “Literal Update”

Happy 2nd birthday, blog!

Looking Back at Cuttings and Proteas: a log entry about growth and development Two years and 217 posts ago the BeadedQuill blog was born. On 15th June 2013, after decades of hiding my fiction writing in notebooks, I decided to share it with the wider world. To my 123 signed-up blog followers, I say aContinue reading “Happy 2nd birthday, blog!”

104 Poems

The 2×52 project developed in April 2013 when I committed to posting two poems a week for a year. I completed my self-made creative challenge this April when I revealed the 104th poem. Next month (June 2014), all the poems will be available in a book at my Blurb bookstore. In the meantime, here are the 104=2×52 poems listed in all their glory! And for your convenience, soContinue reading “104 Poems”

Appropriate Recompense

I want an ugly pink carnation with all those serrated petals overlapping. The flower must be slightly droopy and the stem a little slimy from waiting in a bucket at the corner convenience store for those awkward evenings after a morning fight when you know, if you don’t bring home a carnation as ungraceful asContinue reading “Appropriate Recompense”

The Age Show

Roll up! Roll up! To see the hairy Caucasian lady with her mandible chin hairs protruding since she long gave up plucking or pulling or waxing them off. And nobody else cares to do it for her. Hairs and cavernous wrinkles! Roll up! It’s not a wig. That’s naturally grey. Under the chin? A wattleContinue reading “The Age Show”

Dying is probably easier than this

It’s Thursday, 06:15 You wake up to the alarm knowing you will never win an Olympic medal publish a novel that would win the Man Booker, finish your degree or even pay the last R150 you owe Woolworths. Your first grandchild will die before you and each of those candles you lit in the caveContinue reading “Dying is probably easier than this”

Glomerulonephritis

On and off for thirty years, the lone glow of green on a square rarely reaches a dark 2g a day most of the time its tenure is lime to yellow: the tiniest trace of proteinuria which is a fancy way of expressing I basically piss out the good stuff with regularity. In body awarenessContinue reading “Glomerulonephritis”

At the moment: £2

Oh, good. For now sultanas are back at 84p. (Bizarrely, they were 92p for a while.) Coffee, my favourite blend, now ONLY £2! That’s a 28p saving but coffee’s not on my list for today… Kiwi fruit – Enjoying those at the moment (since “basic apples” – I know they’re the windfall ones – haveContinue reading “At the moment: £2”

Another Tube Poem: Tunnel Days

They who serve the suction of daybreak, beneath the earth, beneath the dew, beneath the kitchens where there’s burning toast and grapefruit, bury, with the morning light, their hope of hearing birdsong. — My commuting is less than a tenth of many who live and work in London. But when I am on the move,Continue reading “Another Tube Poem: Tunnel Days”