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Author Archives: A S H Smyth

Haikus are like

postcards – no matter how concise you may be, you tend to run out of

Silence

My Yr9 class did not do their homework. Now they are being punished.

If you build it they may come

An inter-cultural stroll around Colombo. — For theartsdesk

Horses for courses

SOSL Première Concert Like a veteran sprinter in a distance race, the Symphony Orchestra of Sri Lanka was quickly away, found stride of genuine grace and quality, travelled well, and then, all-too-predictably, weakened through the latter furlongs until eventually, but barely, making the finish. They came out of the gate with Dvorak’s Cello Concerto in […]

On looking at the dodo with Dom

See that? he said. That’s your ex-bird, that is.

The Lydia Davis School of Banter

– Call me, bitch. – Don’t call me bitch.

Rain

Rain is – as they say in the army – ‘just wet. It ‘ll dry, you bastards!’

Remembering

apropos of nothing, the short-haired girl who kissed me one summer music camp and called and called from her boarding-school pay-phone and wanted to ‘go out’. I let her down as gently as an adolescent can – aware, even then, that saying no is not OK – and only found, months later, in the rosin […]

New Love Poetry #?

I loved a girl with all my heart – and then she was gone and I did not care. Which makes you wonder about the heart. (My heart.)

Love giveth

Love giveth and love taketh away again. Blesséd be the hooker at the top of my lane.