T
he Underdog
He tries so hard,
Hits some great shots.
Your hopes are high.
His opponent hits greater shots,
Is more consistent,
Takes the lead.
He loses.
And you so wanted him to win.
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Small Stone 17/1/11
Left, right, centre.
Left of left, right of right, left of centre, right of centre.
Talking, more talking, shouting.
SO, WHAT?
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Small Stone 16/1/11
My little girl left home this morning.
This afternoon a policewoman returned home.
Really!
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Small Stone 15/1/11
“It’s cold in here.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. It is.”
“Oh. But it gives me a headache.”
A conversation between two people who are tuned in to each other.
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Small Stone 14/1/11
The sun streams through the window, warming my arm and mouse hand.
Pity it also shows how dirty the window is.
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Small Stone 13/1/11
Many people before me, all dressed in black, most of them moving a stick from side to side. One man also in black, higher than the rest, waving a stick.
Milhaud, Ravel, Franck and Prokofiev. A splendid concert.
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Small Stone 12/1/11
Right two three, turn two three, up.., behind and front.
It’s that time again – to forget all worries and concentrate on folk dancing.
What bliss!
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Small Stone 11/1/11
All Ones 11/1/11 11:11
All ones in the date today.
All ones in the time of this post (I hope).
All ones at the play reading I attended yesterday.
All ones in this town, in this country, in this world.
Together, they have a purpose.
Alone, no use at all.
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Small Stone 10/1/11
Overheard Conversation
Two old women shrouded in coats, scarves, gloves and hats amble along the path to the park bench and sit down. Their conversation doesn’t stop for a moment.
“So I told him he has to leave her.”
“Quite right.”
“I said, ‘You can’t go on like this getting beaten night after night.’ Do you know, his body is full of cuts and bruises and he still won’t leave her.”
“I suppose he’s worried about the children.”
“You’re darned right he is. I said, ‘I’m sure you can find a time to slip out when the children aren’t watching.'”
Well, they might have said all that. Actually, I don’t understand Russian.
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Small Stone 9/1/11
Fan Heater
You bask in the stream of hot air.
I’m hot and sweaty. It gives me a headache.
Maybe that’s because your warmth radiates out from you, while I keep the heat locked inside.
Miriam Drori, Author 