There’s a new world unfolding as the sun sinks in the West. I once thought a single man could change the world for the bet… He can’t,
Mobilised from Puckapunyal one su… The walking dead and maimed do not… In sharp lines of saluting slouch… Just march away clean chinned and… No thoughts here of smokes hanging…
By day, I live this plain life of cups of coffee and café sandwic… with ham and cheese and sometimes… if I want to be a little risqué, I ask Paul or Paula (yes, that’s…
I saw your response to my post on… because my phone dinged as I was w… under the trees in the cool of the… Thankyou for that response that sh… at me from a square of capitalised…
I saw that last picture of you, st… the infamous bunker. It was a blur… that seemed right for the moment,… it seemed now pointless and old, a… You looked over the wreckage broug…
Long since, a matter of mere weeks… I had turned my back on the satties with pills or bush,
I’m surrounded by the little gods: the gods of grey days who breathe… keep us at dew point, push us beyo… into a spritz or rain, and further… who sometimes leave the scene at t…
Oh Mother Earth, kiss my cheek wi… you alone belong to yourself while… Preserve us from the evil plans th… puncture your heart and anger your… Oh Mother Earth, keep us at one w…
The most remarkable thing is the s… It’s early, but except for a few c… making mandatory trips to gather a… the silence is almost complete, as if we’re all meditating on the…
Sometimes I ask myself, what is t… I ask why do I need it? What is i… I open a book, turn to the page th… and I see so many stick figure sol… who come in and make war on anythi…
My son’s cleaning up his room and I’m not really glad. He’s cleaning up his room and it’s raining clothes and crock… The washer’s running amok, the dis…
On this day I would observe a min… I would celebrate and mourn in tha… the many who have died in and for… green island, for her survival, ba… at times, and in some places more…
My alternative mother kept pace only with Jesus. With a generosity of spirit —unmatched in my life— she adopted me into her family,
The unheard wisdom, the unseen beauty, the unfelt comfort: the three great curses of a deaf, blind, and unfeeling age.
We are running out of breath in th… to avoid our fate, avoid ourselves… make a new fate, make ourselves an… We are at the beachhead and the wa… are boiling in like playful, malic…