I have hundreds of copies of my father’s poems in boxes and folders. He wrote a poem or two most days of his adult life, and many more in retirement, and sent me carbon copies of his latest ones every week after I left home.
Baby, it’s hot outside Have a shower, have a dip. Imagine you’re on the deck of a ship. Sponge your face, cool your toes. If you itch all over, take off your clothes. Eat ice cream or sorbet or lick a lolly. Stepping outside would be beyond folly. Think of icebergs, igloos, fjords and snow,… Read More What to do when it’s HOT
