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
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
Gym trainers have it rough. When they do their best to get your heart rate into that fat burning zone, you probably complain about their demonic tendencies. And when you get the body you’ve been dying for, it’s suddenly all because of your hard work. And what about the man or woman who has endured your crying and bitching? Who, despite your laziness, has tried … Continue reading The Artist and I – Maker and Material
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