The oranje graffiti cupboard

there was no water in the house this morning. empty tank, some problem with the new fangled (old mangled??) hydro pneumatic pumping system. “so what”, i say to myself, “i shall convert this setback into an opportunity and go swim in the gym!” i set out earlier than usual, in a crumpled wrap-around skirt and…

november rain, a little delayed,falls gently, not in searing drops of ice shrouded in my red poncho i bike alongmy usual route takes me through streetsof soggy fallen leaves,once bright in autumn hues,now a uniform, nondescript brown the rain drums a rhythm on my poncho,drenching my hands as they hold the handlebars;my feet pedal a…