The five poems of mine which appeared in the online Middle East Monitor needed links updates, so I might as well mention it here. I hope the poems are still worth reading, years after they were written.
Now the ramble…
When I arrived here in Cape Town I worked briefly for a small company (mother and daughter owners) teaching little kids how to use the computer. It was an odd experience, but one of the many things I clearly remember was this strange sensation when I was referred to as someone who had come from “the Far East” – a phrase I’d never thought of.
For me, “the East” was not far at all. It’s home! And then if you really think about it, there is no East or West or North or South when you look at the globe. It’s a sphere and wherever you turn and keep going, you’ll end up just going round and round without reaching East, West, North, or South!
End of ramble. End of silly ramble.