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
I’ve been at my desk since 4am staring at a blank word doc and listening to Craig Old Road begin its ritual of rising for the day. This can be a possible recipe for disaster. It’s never good when the words won’t flow. So I kick back, reach for dear old Arthur’s brew and watch the sun make its climb into my world. I indulge … Continue reading Arthur’s Brew and Sunrise
At nights, when sleep abandons me, moments like these fill my wandering mind. Sunset on the West Side Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Sunset on the West Side
Fluffs of grey and white clouds are brilliantly back lit by the afternoon sun here in Craig. And me, I’m standing in my backyard looking longingly up, up, up at some coconuts. Frosty coconut water…mmmmm…yum! The coconuts! Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Coconut Water!
Floating along Craig trench about 5 mins from the Public Road. For decades the men and women of my family have traversed the Craig trench. It leads to the farmlands which have witnessed their lives and eaten up their strength. The first time I met Craig trench, I sliced through the dark waters for pleasure, not work. To me, the snaking waterway led to adventure … Continue reading The Backlands of Craig Village
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