the late sun sounds cicadas roar comfort everytime I go there around Christmas I think of that road just walked India, the Gatwick hotel, the bus ride up the highway and the power of prayer his face shining in evening light four days before Christ resurrection to a place vaguely familiar a place I’d been […]
three people on a beach in Skye different countries holding three things bread cheese and wine no conversation eating drinking silence overhead the pelican acknowledges the land and sea where are you going where am I ?
Little Benedictus was the name given to her. She came to our small town fifteen years an outlier of all that was good . Her eccentricity, her love, compassion for all religious or downright pagan . She had love for all. In the town I’d see her marching down the street with her wander staff […]
Christian prayer on a sea of shit in a Hindu world. Mary and Kali two faces of the divine virginal and wild. I watched the outline of her body. through the veiled curtain. I sat and watched in silence as she faced the other way. The curve of her hips and arse so perfect in […]
I was staying at the Adelaide hostel in Isadore Duncan Lane , San Francisco. A fellow I met there said, ‘ let’s have a drink down near the Tenderloin District, famous in the old days for its butcher ways. In a bar as dark as midnight the owner said, ‘go down to Green Street to […]
To be vulnerable is beautiful to fall down is beautiful to get off your knees is beautiful for you need to eat dirt to appreciate the earth for in the end and there’s always an end only madmen see
A letter to writers, poets, photographers , artists of all types, people who love to read for the sake of reading not because you have to as part of the school curriculum. The question I pose myself is there room for the enthusiastic amateur . And not just for those who have done a professional […]
I’m no professional film critic but I do love movies. Like any kid born in the 1950’s I was bought up on suburban cinema houses. Ours was called the Selywn. I can remember the lollie lady coming down the aisle in intermission. The slurping of ice creams, the constant grind of fantails reading the wrappers […]
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