An outback station - leather-coloured hills wigged over with scrub and bush where in summer just above the ground vision wavers - that violent collision of the sun's power faced with its own reflection. Far-seeing eyes look to the sky finding relief in colours blue or weather's break or just the pretty pattern of some … Continue reading A Story
(Hunting for some documents today, I came across some writing from my Uni days. Thought I'd post this little story since my brain seems a bit dry of fodder right now.) "Are you nervous, Pippa?" Grandpa Benjie stowed the picnic basket on the back seat, shut the door and climbed in beside her. "No. Grandpa, … Continue reading Are you nervous?
If it were me who bit that chunk out of the moon, would I glow from the inside like a firefly? ** From the inside like a firefly who bit that chunk out of the moon. Would I glow if it were me? ** Who bit that chunk out of the moon? Would I glow … Continue reading The Firefly
It's a nosebag.Excuse me?It's a digital nosebag.What are you talking about?News feed. Google feed. Facebook feed... that thing you're holding is a modern nosebag.I believe normal people call it a device or a phone.Well some people call a spade a blooming shovel. What difference does it make? It's a nosebag.You are so annoying. Can you … Continue reading On the bus…
