Libby
There’s a temptation to allow pain (in whatever form) to lead us around by the nose wherever and whenever it pleases. There is also something morbid in the fact that we don’t kick such behaviour in ourselves to the kerb sooner rather than later. I’ve often wondered why that is and
Banjo
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
Lost or Found
It’s been days and finally Blackey has appeared in his favourite tree branch in the Orange tree outside my window. It’s such a relief to see him there, and he, for his part is totally oblivious to my concern at his lengthy absence from my backyard. I want to give him a piece of my […]
Eat Art
Today I learnt the art of walking while eating. Now to some people this action is second nature but for me, well, it’s a nuance of life that has somehow escaped me until now. I felt like I had two left feet, the hand-mouth co-ordination felt like such a strange sensation
Inside Out
There’s a fine line between the inner and outer worlds that we make for ourselves, the outer world of the intellect and the inner world of the imagination. One is entirely safe and the other, well,
