The Wargeilah Handicap
The heavens are bucketing tears, she seems so inconsolable these last two days. It’s grey and overcast outside again. Transparent glass bead raindrops form perfect rows across the stems of the rubber tree plant. The backyard creatures have all opted to sleep-in rather than
Representation as a Construct
“Representation as a construct for a different reality” [as spoken of by Harvey Shields in his review of Paul Hopmeier’s Past Modern Madonna Exhibition] is a heady concept, yet, it crosses the line with neither fear nor trepidation as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, to ‘rejuvenate’ something and
Olde Curio Shoppe
I wonder sometimes if my life were a Curio Shoppe, what they would have in the window display? Do you ever wonder that?
Cat Fights
The thing about not knowing what you’ve got till its gone is a sticky truth, and one that inevitably jangles the bells in our heads when we finally get it. It’s sticky because
De L’audace Encore de L’audace Toujours de L’auche
The inclement weather feels like it’s slowly beating back any remembrance of when autumn was last here, but we need the rain. The grass finally has colour in her cheeks for the first time in months and she looks healthy instead of
