Curved fins curved in and out of the water. Bobbing along around us. I jumped in to join them. Googles clear, no scuba. A large breath and down I went. They moved fast and slow around me. I dived to 3m and held my breath as long as I could. Watching them engage with each other. What were they thinking? ‘What’s she doing here?’ or ‘Oh how nice she came to visit us.’   I remained vertical, spinning around slowly. They came gracefully closer to me. I reached out but didn’t touch

Dolphins are right here. Doing beach ball tricks gladly. They are in our hearts.

Dolphins, we are told, only let one side of their brain sleep at a time – what with the whole mammals drowning thing. This presents an ideal metaphor for poor-quality sleep which leaves you feeling as if you never slept. To sleep thus is ‘dolphining’. (That’s what I claim, anyway). It’s a depressingly useful word. I’m in no danger of drowning in my bed, yet I dolphin constantly.   I have questions. 1) How does one determine that a sleeping dolphin is partitioning its brain? W

Species merging was generating problems among the parents.   ‘Icthy’ (the fishy-folk) were gene sharing with the previously lower consciousness group ‘Dollface’. The fish couldn’t resist those cute baby blues, the ageless physiology, and the absence of self-determination among the females. Fishy females were having tricks employed by the clown fish and bees. Namely, gender reversal. Female were becoming male fish! Not due to rising water temperatures but precisely because the

A bunch of grapes sit. The grapes are bunched together. The green grapes sit still.

(Bunch Lunch Munch)   Change just one letter and the concept mutates   If two letters are altered   Bunch > Lunch > Lungh Lunph > lench Lanch Linch   Lunch > Munch > Munch Munce Mundh Monch Manch Mench   But When three letters change, oddly the words can remain Bunch >  Lunch > Lench > Lengh can remain parallel. Or, was this list just an odd fluke? A ‘bunch’ of bananas and the ‘length’ of a bunch growing down off a banana tree?   Try a second example? OK Lunch > Linch > Punch

He stared at the dead body. Its head caved in.   ‘What do we know?’   ‘Well, it looks like he’s had a heart attack.’   ‘WHAT? No it doesn’t. It looks like he’s sustained a blow to the head with a blunt object, I’d say.’   ‘Well maybe he fell and hit his head and then had a heart attack.’   Shaking his head he stared at her.   She stood calmly staring at the body and he could tell she was processing the entire event. It was her first dead body. He knew from the past, that when

Bonn uses Mother’s Puter-info for safety and making clothes and weapons.  Stumpy blue trees are like Ashwood and best to use for making bows and arrows.  He bounces his way to the closest Ashes forest 50kms away.  The laser-gun fells a few and trims them to a bendy bow and straight arrows.  Sharpened Grumblebum bones make arrowheads while leg sinews twisted with spook-reed flax stretch for bowstrings.   Red-Black Pandabeasts are the simplest to hunt, while a spook-reed gassed

Right. I’m warning you in advance. This is not a happy topic.   My mum is dead. When she died my daughter was visiting from Australia for Xmas and Elle (my kid) and I had gone to the UK and were staying at my friend’s apartment for free.   Worst snow storms that year. It was unclear if we’d get to fly out, but even more critical, could her plane land in Portland? I went to the airport to pick her up. Planes were not landing. There wasn’t a stockpile of de-icer in flights from

The path of least resistance.   It’s the topic of argument: water pollution, water right, water ways.   It’s the micro-molecule H2O, just three atoms but merely two elements. Organic chemists spend two weeks understanding its unusual qualities. ·        Frozen it floats ·        Liquid water compact in space due to weak Van Der Waal’s chemical bonds   How does it work? Does water form ions of OH that are bonded to another H2O atoms OR the H atoms interact with each other on t

He sits in mother’s doorway eating psycho-melons.  He is lost in space and time.  He has no name.  No one calls him or speaks to him or talks about him.  He is a “Boy of No Name”.  So, he calls himself just that -“BONN”- instructing Puter to call him Bonn, just so he can “be”.   Bonn gathers fruit.  Large juicy, blue-fleshed melons growing in massive patches are his favourite.  Unfortunately, they give off psychotic fumes of close, cloying atmosphere that is overly sweet, sti

‘Well it’s closed.’   ‘WHAT! I’m dying for dinner! That’s crap. How can it be closed? It’s always open.’   ‘Well it seems that it is. We were told if we weren’t here on time it would be shut.’   ‘That’s bullshit. That woman is a nightmare. Just because we’re a little late, SHE CLOSES!’   A lady stood at the door and smiled at them, refusing to open up.   ‘MUMMMMMMM, OPEN THE DOOR AND LET US IN. I WANT DINNER!! THAT’S NOT FAIR.’   The lady smiles more and walks off.   ‘Awwww M

‘Open them Close them Put them away!’   Widely applicable? A riddle?   A drawer ? Them what? Clothes? Eyes ? (-> peepers) Where can you put your eyes away? Oh, maybe contacts? Doors  of life? Put those unattainable dreams of life tucked safely away? Window ? Can’t put away a window! Presents , right? Open then works, but? Close them? Nope – blows up.   Who was the ‘stream of consciousness’ thing author? That Irish bloke…What’s his name? Escaped! A closed mind. Sinclair? No I

I’ve recently moved to Jindabyne.  There have been a few lifestyle changes to adjust to.  One of these is work.  I had a business before I moved from Newcastle, but it was a consulting business that only really worked if I could be onsite, only now, I’m 600 kilometres away from my customers.  I have a choice, either, rebuild the same business here by finding new customers, or start a new business doing something new.    One idea is to put water in cans and sell it online.  He