by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Einstein phoned the other day. Wanted to speak quite urgently with my dog, Derek: said that Derek’s theory of ‘quantum stiles’ was interesting but lacked empirical evidence and wasn’t supported by the mathematics. Derek disagreed: described the process of walking with...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
A mathematician’s favourite tea is Romanesco broccoli. This classy cauli has the edge compared to other types of veg, because – and this is really great – it’s maths in action on your plate! A Fibonacci-style display, which counts towards your five-a-day! A perfect...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Jane Trenholm enjoyed being a primary school teacher in Jersey and Hong Kong, but her favourite job was being an ‘IMPS Trainer’. Sadly, no tiny magical creatures were involved, but teaching First Aid to classes visiting an Oxford hospital was still great fun. Jane...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
I thrust my airplane upward. It nose-dived to the ground. This was my eighteenth effort. I got the plane and frowned. I bent the wingtips under and flew the plane once more. It went a little farther, then landed on the floor. Encouraged by this progress, I tried out...
by Rachel Piercey | Dec 15, 2023 | Issue 6 poems
Charl and I decided it was time to sort the Lego. There was a massive, landsliding heap of it in our bedroom. First, we spent ages deciding how to sort it. By colour? Size? Number of studs? Type of set it had come from? Just thinking about that took the first hour....
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