Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands
Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands: Life only gets harder and time is a wench who tricks us into believing that things will be different as we grow older. The harder we try to avoid certain outcomes, the more certain is our arrival at that destination. So what’s the secret to happiness? I’ve found that happiness is as easy as what we choose. Like right now, I’ve chosen to … Continue reading Dear Man-Who-Works-With-Hands
“She has witnessed…”
Is it really pinker than usual? Old, weathered, beaten, the golden apple tree stands in my backyard. Her leaves dance in the morning breeze like singing kites in the Easter sky. Grey clouds hustle across the clear blue but still the sun fights to make my world a place of vivid greens, yellows and splashes of pink. The bougainvillea is a beacon of pink brightness. … Continue reading “She has witnessed…”
We remember moments, Not days
So many days, hundreds of them were murdered by my weak human memory. And yet, somehow, so many moments remain, preserved, immortalized deep, deep in me. It’s a festival of playbacks in my head; a festival where all these moments attack at once. As I live here now I’m not really alive. I’m never alive unless I live in those moments which keep living deep, … Continue reading We remember moments, Not days
Red Moon
There she is rising, rising still. Life’s best moments capture us in unexpected waves. They sweep us up in a wild tide and deposit us on some foreign shore that didn’t exist, that shouldn’t exist, that exists amidst the madness of our world. A red moon, a warm body, crashing Atlantic waves and star studded blackness become a memory etched, engraved, branded, scorched into a … Continue reading Red Moon
An Open Letter – Blame Me
Dear Fellow Country Men and Women: The sun rose this morning, didn’t it? Life is always happening, isn’t it? We’re all stuck in the same shitty place, aren’t we? So you don’t trust the police? And you’re certain that the politicians (from government to opposition) are to be blamed for the state of the country? But, even more than this, you’re very certain that the … Continue reading An Open Letter – Blame Me
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