Author Archives: memoirsofahusk
A taste of (Pygmies’) honey – and two of the lonely people
‘You look tired.’ Just what you want to hear when you’ve put on the face you keep in a jar by the door and stepped out to face the day. [There’s a bit of a Beatles vibe to this post … Continue reading
The song I know of Africa (who doesn’t know one of me)
Is that a humming sound? Hum becomes buzz. An insect passes by, unhurried. Buzz fades into hum again – and the insect vanishes. A bird on creaking wings utters a plaintive call as it crosses the glinting river and heads … Continue reading
Strutting cocks and thrusting spears . . .
A cock’s a-doodle-dooing, tail-feathers waving as he struts his stuff. ‘Look at me!’ he signals, to the world of hens. Chubby grey guinea fowl scurry around as one, moving hither and thither, to no apparent purpose. Like a cloud blown by … Continue reading
Up she rises, earl-eye in the morning. One Sunday in May.
Amazing what the sun brings out, my parents would say. Like spots. Though it’s possible they actually said pimples. Does anyone say pimples any more? Religion is like a moral sun for me. It brings out my worst fears, agonies, … Continue reading
Seeking an armadillo cure, we bring no guns but find a Trigger
Seven in the morning and it’s twilight in the Sunrise café. The curtains are still drawn on the city of Dripping Springs, Texas. City? Population 3000? Whatever. ‘It’s an old building,’ says our waitress, terser than you’d expect. She’s probably … Continue reading
In which Thelma and Louise drink wine – and have a sobering evening
‘Hey, Louise, we need to find us a cliff.’ That’s my sister-in-law, Thelma. Not her real name. But it kinda suits her. Elvis the cat bats his tail against the floor. It’s his real name and he recognises it. He’s a … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 