Incongruities beckon In the shape sorter of life, nothing matches up   If only we were Fat, dumb, and oh so happy: Bliss in ignorance  ...

I dream of human evolution.  We can all see, feel and know human evolution within our own lifetimes. We are judged not by our skin nor...

‘I’m going to lose it if you do that.’ A mild yet oddly menacing threat. The calculated aggression of weaponised volatility, of...

Ooooh, it’s dark in here and warm - daylight -  SPLAT Nice n smelly. - lift up lid  - SPRAYYYY Maybe just across there, no one will see...

To lose a precious print!  Can, can we find it?  Frantically racing around Montmartre, all laneways, side-streets and a massive la trek. ...

A thought at the dentist's office: Replace an old myth with a new metaphor. The pain of death? Only the pain of the anaesthetic needle.

Twitching paws and muffled woofs: are they running through grey grass, or does their world explode in technicolour during the night? It...

Blue Whale most large. Sing to our babies and us. We breathe with you, ahh

Vital parts of a maverick's life: Semolina, cantina, saddled by Abilena. Saddled by a stove top collage. Saddled by a syringe on a silver...

Due to no particular choice of my own, my carbohydrate intake has been pretty limited for the last few years. Carbohydrate is quite the...

You raise me up to soar with eagles. I look down and think, ‘what the hell am I doing here?’ I see a flock of crows coming towards me...

Raise eyes to the future, the flapping, torn cloth.  Lower eyes to the horror of young men being torn apart, strafed along the beach,...

Ricci - A Minute Silence   The birds were calling, so free, nature’s law When the trenches were silent, The time was raw   Desolate and...

The crows called in the distance. Waaing their way across the grey green sky. Wha whaaaa.   We were snuggled in the old canvas tent...

‘Yeah, I like tents.  I used to travel with my family, as a kid, up and down the NSW coast.  Even up to 10 years ago a friend and I would...

‘That’s mine – that’s my tent’ said the boy pointing to the smallest tent on the camping site.   How many animals fit into the tent?...

“It’s true. I lived in a tent for a year.” “A whole year, uninterrupted?” “Of course. A year’s a year… I don’t have any of the chicken...

‘I’ll book it in tentatively.’   ‘There’s no point beating around the bush. There no other time. Either we do it then or we don’t do it...

My Spring was warm, hot, sunny Friends, funny My summer was hot, fun, Laughter, sun. Its autumn. Hot, cold, warm, cool. Colours vibrant...

Leaf below bare fig: The skin blushing from fall, covers Eden's guest. God is getting old. We dread that 3am call. Could be any day.