Ian Smith

December 18, 2018

Selective Communication

If you call, you’ll get my machine. If I’m not in the bath soaking aches, matching wits with a wily crossword compiler or on the loo revising wasted days, the lightning speed of the past – or outside rejoicing at distant snow on summits, walking a light-bathed terrain of eucalyptus scent, a memory trail of children grown, dogs long dead; I might pick up, but don’t bother calling […]