Author Archives: davidlegge

Delayed by a book shop on the way to my Cafe stop.In my case not goodBooks, already so many.A History of ArtIn Alphabetical orderDone Do you mind?Borrow container from table next doorA slow, long black simmers best with a wee tither of raw sugar.Table next door roughly attired, unkempt, and that wide, generous smile.A cintentedContinue reading “Table Next Door”

The very beginnings of the universeAtoms, moleculesThe speed of light.Time And the soft thud of a fridge door

And cumin cheese, gouda too.Shortbread, chatter and time in the sunLighten up, listen. Too inflexibleAnd you’ve lost your audienceYour most valuable listener. Come on. Its like pouring set concreteBut, two heads thinkingOn what the other is thinkingFar better than one.

For flours, seeds, I call in to Restore Sultanas moist dates, grains and more Singer treadle sewing machine. Clothes, repairs, memories of pins gripped between my mother’s lips.

Is the lot I want to win.

When you go downtown just to get milk and bread

As seen from the wharf.

Soon the town will be busy. Eager conversations. “How did you survive lockdown?” There are some of us who thrived.